The silence in the room had become so oppressive that I could practically hear my own heartbeat echoing off the walls. Three pairs of eyes continued their psychological warfare while I stood frozen in the kitchen doorway, desperately trying to figure out how to navigate what my skills were unanimously classifying as a complete disaster waiting to happen.
But as I stood there, paralyzed by the complexity of the situation, a ridiculously simple solution occurred to me.
"Rock, paper, scissors," I said suddenly.
The psychological warfare stopped immediately. All three women turned to look at me with expressions that suggested I had just proposed solving international diplomacy with a coin flip.
"You want us to play rock, paper, scissors?" Camille asked slowly, as if she wasn't sure she had heard correctly.
"Why not?" I shrugged, trying to project more confidence than I actually felt. "It's fair, it's random, and nobody can complain about favoritism."
