They take turns doing the dishes - to a degree. Michael doesn't trust anyone but himself to get them as clean as he likes, so he always handles the washing. Gale and Caston trade places doing the drying every week, though, and it's the latter's turn today.

Michael slides an armful of dinnerware into the already-filled kitchen sink, careful not to jostle and chip the plates. Before he slips on a pair of rubber gloves he snags the dish towel and holds it up for his brother. It isn't immediately removed from his grip and he glances over his shoulder, an impatient frown on his face. Hurry up. Whatever's left on the table can't be that heavy.