"Why do you get to decide who is the wrong sort?" Avery jumped in, glaring at his brother. "People deserve homes, you asshole. If you'd spoken to the people I've spoken to instead of lording it from your ivory fucking tower-"
"Oh yeah, all your alien freaks and weirdos, we definitely don't need tin-hat redneck trash like that cluttering up our streets-"
"Those people still deserve places to live! Do people mean nothing to you without dollar signs on their heads? You don't represent people, you exploit them-"
"WE MUST THANK JOANNA FOR A LOVELY DINNER." Dannielle cut across the two brothers, banging her fists down firmly on the table and making the dishes rattle. She stood up, a rather fixed look on her face. "What I think is that we should retire for the evening. Duffy, after you." She fixed her steely eye on her husband, who obediently rose to his feet too. Xander, Breeana and Hope followed Dannielle's lead, leaving Avery and Lyra still seated at the table.
Avery looked at Lyra. "Wanna get the fuck outta here?" he asked her, jerking his head towards the door, because he did not feel like sitting around with his family and making nice for another few hours.