We tried to stop Martin from washing the dishes, but he insisted. Apparently, Martin had a background as a cook who enjoyed the whole process, including doing the dishes.
Carl and Helga decided to go to bed early, but I decided to stay a little longer as I was sleep deprived. I tried to help Martin, but he kept refusing, so I went to sit on the couch to wait for him to finish without disturbing him.
"Are you at my place, Lacey?" he asked, washing his glasses.
"You keep calling the couch your house?" I laughed, saying. As a form of audacity, I lay down on the couch, taking the whole space for myself. "Your house was robbed, then," I spoke, already lying down. Then I felt drops of water on my face.
"Are you sure?" he said, throwing more water from the kitchen at me. He laughed as he did
