Thread by @hradzka

2016 and 2017. *stumble blearily downstairs and into the kitchen*
2016. "Whoa."
2017. "What the fuck?"
KITCHEN. *is organized and stocked with appliances*
2019, full den-mother mode. "Morning, boys! Coffee's ready. You slept in. Like, a day. Brunch in a bit!"
2017. "I love her."

2016. "Jesus Christ."
2017, staring reverently at mug. "Dude, this is amazing; her coffee is AMAZING"
2019. "While I'm taking care of this, could you guys give me a hand?"
2016. "uh"
2017. "YEAH!"
2019. "We just need a place to spread out and eat, and..." *indicates squalor*

2016. "You, uh. Want us to --"
2019. "Nothing much. Just -- '16, you slaughtered *so many* celebrities; you're so organized! And '17, you have such --" *pointedly overlooks 2017 doing a bump of cocaine* "-- such *energy.* I bet you two could sort those rooms right out."

2017. "C'mon, dude."
2016. "Wait. Where's 2018? He was tied to the couch."
2017. "...and where's the couch?"
2019. "Oh, they're down in the basement. I thought you'd need the room to work."
2016. *sudden unease* "You moved 2018. And the couch. To the basement. ...by yourself?"

2019. "Wacky, right?! Turns out -- WAY stronger than I look."
2019. *charming grin*
2016. "Uh. Okay then."
2017. "We'll get him later, though. Right?"
2019. "Of course." *timer dings* "Oh! My cinnamon buns!"
2017. *nudges '16*
2016. "Okay, we're on it!"
2017. "She is AWESOME"