[It wouldn't surprise me if they're doing it on purpose,] says the woman on the left with a huff. The man frowns at her, exasperated, but the woman in the center interrupts before they have time to argue.

[Then allow us to fill in some of the gaps they have left,] she clicks loudly, leaning back in her chair. [Settle, child, and be thankful. We usually save the telling of our history for celebrations.]

She gestures at the floor in front of her. There aren't any other chairs; she apparently expects Dirk to sit on the ground.