There's basically two chairs in the entire residence--at the eating area. One is really small, and the other really big. Rai let Dion use the big one if he wanted, which also means there's a possibly that a 6' 3'' guy squeezes himself into a tiny chair for mealtime, which in turn is hilarious to the narrator for some reason. Anyways, yep, there are chairs.
Unfortunately, the eating area is quite close to the kitchen/cooking area, which gives a full view of what kind of mess is going on over there. It looks like meringue exploded.

It looks kind of like the kitchen is in the middle of a shave--specifically the part of the process where shaving cream is involved.

He can see a Rai-sized tunnel near the middle (leaning towards the right) there. Wow. Nothing is visible. 

"Ah, so you've found the mess of the day," Rai remarks from somewhere behind him. "Welcome back to the kitchen. Looking for something?"

"Oh, so you're looking for a report?" Rai stands up like he's at attention, even though Dion can't actually see him right now. Not because he's invisible, but because he's standing behind the other, of course. "Well. I was trying to make something. I should have done a chemical test on one of the ingredients. My bad."

"Which is why I should've done a chemical test," Rai clarifies with a shrug. "I'll take care of that later. Haircut first."
He's holding a pretty square-shaped sheet and a few types of scissors that he's never shown before, in addition to a translucent bag that presumably holds materials he doesn't think he will need.

"Sorry. Could you stand up for a bit? I need to put this under the chair first." Rai shakes said sheet as an indicator of what he's speaking of. 

Rai slides the sheet under, somehow keeping it straight the entire time.
"Okay," he cues.

"Alright, I'll go get the unofficial barber cape. Sit tight for a bit." 
Rai leaves again, and the narrator decides (for once) to make a POV longer to spare the other narrator from having to respond to a POV that has almost nothing to respond to (for once). He returns with the drape, handing it to Dion and then going around the table to pick up all the materials he set on the only other chair.

Well, at least it's not difficult to put on. 
"How is it?" Rai asks. 

"Ah, good to hear." Rai tries the scissors at empty air while facing away from Dion for safety reasons, cutting out slits of sound. Snip-snip. Snip. Snip. 
"Alright, let's begin," he goes passively, sauntering over to stand relatively behind the other. "You in a comfortable position, Dion?"

"Doesn't look like it. Are you sure?" Rai asks again. "Your back looks more like a plank than the chair. The chair's made of wood, too, which makes it ironic."

"Hm, well, I didn't quite say for you to not sit straight. I wanted you to sit in a more comfortable position," Rai specifies with a slight grin. "Relaxed and straight is the way to go. My bad for not specifying." He adds, "I had Wiley and six different search engines confirm this for me too, but like you're doing right now, don't cross your legs."

Snip-snip. Rai's either getting warmed up or is anxious to some level. "Looks cool to me," he states nonchalantly. "Thanks. Now I pray to the hairstyle gods, goddesses, and deities..." Being as close to atheist as the universe of GGaD allows, he chuckles at his own joke and starts the haircutting process.
"Sorry for not having magazines or books, by the way," he says somewhere along the way, presumably once he feels confident enough to talk. It doesn't take long, but Rai does haircuts like he drives--slow, steady, and careful as heck. "I remember reading them is bad for posture and might result in a jagged cut, though, so even if I had any with me right now, I wouldn't offer them."

"Yeah, no worries, I remembered that 'bout you."