This. Was. Fascinating. Daphne had a good mind for chaos, and she could feel the promise of it in her bones. She could feel it before Pam spoke up again and tried to chokehold the position of leader; after her skin was practically tingling with anticipation. This could be a start, Daphne thought. Give tensions a nudge, add to the confusion.
"Pam, you are so right," she began, because she felt like she should always start by encouraging Pam. The woman's sense of self-importance needed to be nurtured at all times, and Daphne was more than happy to do that right now. "I don't think we ought to spare more than one 'nurse,' two at the most. But if anyone should be volunteered, I'd say Cecilia. That's precisely her job. Someone needs to find her. Then we can designate responsibilities. Because I believe they're necessary. Apparently we've got people not cleaning up after themselves at all, so who is to say if we all go off on our own certain people won't do their fair share?" Daphne sensed that she could be on thin ice, and she didn't want to go too far; she still needed people to like her after this. "Perhaps we separate into teams, and each team is responsible for a level of the house. Or we could even separate immediately between maintenance and cleaning duties. It seems most efficient to tackle every angle at once. Normally I would find the idea abhorrent on every level, but perhaps we could even consider splitting the men into labor and the women into cleaning. Desperate times call for desperate measures and so on."