"Family meeting," Kathy snarled as she stalked past her parents into the sitting room. After a moment of shocked silence, they followed. Rosamund was already sitting primly on the loveseat beside a rather scruffy-looking Michael.

"What are you doing in my house?" said Roland Sevenson, glaring at his youngest son.

Michael lifted his chin. "It's a family meeting. I'm family."

"We need to get a few things straight. Mum, Dad, Michael isn't straight. Neither am I. Rosamund might actually be, so, congratulations, you raised two sons and one daughter to be totally cisgender heterosexual people.

"Mum, you can stop emotionally blackmailing me for grandchildren, because I don't want children. I've never wanted children. If you want grandchildren, your best bets are sitting on that loveseat. Michael wants to adopt, and if you'd ever stopped to ask him, you'd know that.

"Dad. You spent the entirety of my living memory telling us that everything is black and white. Good, evil, gay, straight, male, female. That's not true. And if you can't handle that, I'm moving out.

"And all of us are invited to the Fisk family's house this weekend. Michael's dating Fisk, the only boy. I'm dating Judith. Rosamund, Anna says you can bring Rudy. Any questions?"