“I’m in love with a Lego brick,” Josef said, grinning like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Tomas raised an eyebrow. “What do you know, Joe? Are you an AI prostitute now?”

“No,” Josef said seriously, as if clarifying a crucial fact. “I’m Gigolo Joe.” He slammed the cases into the trunk with mock solemnity.

“Are we ready?” Tomas asked.

“Ready when you are, brother. But make it fashion,” Josef said, voice smooth as a sales pitch.

Tomas laughed, a little bitter towards his little brother.“I used to be somebody. I used to take people places.”

Their parents groaned, caught between shame and exasperation. “Put some clothes on, Tomas!”