[Everyone is standing around a broken coffee maker, Cilan and Chili stand in front of it with their arms crossed.]
Cilan: So. Who broke it? I’m not mad, I just wanna know.
Kara, quickly: I did. I broke it.
Cilan: No. No, you didn’t.
Chili: Cayenne?
Cayenne: Don’t look at me. Look at Chervil.
Chervil: What?! I didn’t break it.
Cayenne: Huh, that’s weird. How’d you even know it was broken
Chervil: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken.
Cayenne: Suspicious...
Chervil: No it’s not!
Zizia: If it matters, probably not, but Angelica was the last one to use it.
Angelica: Liar! I’m not even allowed to drink coffee!
Zizia: Oh really? Then what were you doing in the kitchen earlier
Angelica: I was getting a snack, Zizia!
Kara: Okay, let’s not fight. I broke it. It was my fault dad.
Cilan: No it wasn’t. Who broke it?!
Chervil, softly: Dad... Charlock’s been awfully quiet.
Charlock: REALLY?!
Chervil: Yeah, really!!
Charlock: Oh my gods!
[everyone starts arguing]
Cress, on the other side of the kitchen: I broke it. It burned my hand so I punched it. I predict 10 minutes from now they’ll be at each other’s throats with war paint on their faces and a tepig head on a stick. *looks back at group with a smirk* Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.