Jean (Straightens posture, glancing between the seven unfamiliar teenagers who suddenly appeared in front of the cathedral) "...Alright. Who are you, and why do half of you look like you're about to cause a diplomatic crisis?"

Lucas (Leaning casually on a pillar, flicking flame between his fingers) "Relax, Acting Grandmaster. We’re not here to destroy Mondstadt... yet." (Smirks at Diluc) "Hi, Dad."

Diluc (Freezes mid-step) "...What."

Venti (Chokes on his wine mid-gulp) "Pffft— Dad?! That’s so cute, I love it."

Velucy (Twirls in a breeze, smiling softly) "Hi Papa Venti, Dad Diluc~" (Grins at Jean) "I’m Velucy. This brooding man and the wine bard are my parents."

Diluc (Backs away slowly) "No. No, no, no."

Venti (Snapping his fingers with a wink) "See, I told you something magical happened that night under the statue."

Kaeya (Narrows eyes, staring at Kaedo) "...Why do you look like me but scowl like Albedo?"

Kaedo (Adjusts gloves, icy stare) "Because life decided to mix alcohol and poor decisions. Thanks, Dad."

Albedo (Visibly pale, stuttering) "I— I don’t recall ever—"

Lisa (Smiling behind her book) "That explains why you were missing from my birthday party clean-up. Tsk, Albedo, no memory at all?"

Kae-lee (Banging a rock into the ground) "Don’t fight! Papa Kaeya and Dad Albedo love each other, even if they pretend they don’t."

Kael (Clutches a water orb, sniffles softly) "Papa always says Dad Albedo’s brain is broken but he’s still nice."

Kaeya (Holding his head) "Jean, I’m begging you. Help."

Jean (Pressing fingers to her temple) "So far we have two pyro users claiming Diluc is their father, a wind child calling Venti Papa, one icy sass machine that looks like a Kaeya-Albedo crossover, and two boys that speak like they live in emotional trauma daycare."

Venice (Stepping forward with icy mist following) "...I’m Venice. Dad Diluc says I get my attitude from him and my grace from Papa Venti."

Lucas (Grinning at her) "And I get my trauma from walking in on their one night stand. Thanks, fate."

Diluc (Explodes in flames slightly) "WHY WOULD YOU—?!"

Venti (Sipping again, whistling innocently) "Would now be a bad time to mention I kept your scarf from that night?"

Lisa (Smirking) "Mondstadt’s future is in interesting hands."

Jean (Dead serious, turning to the children) "...Are there more of you?"

Daiven (Finally pipes up, fire flickering from his hands) "I like grapes. And setting things on fire."

Jean (Sighs deeply, staring at the heavens) "Of course you do."

yyour a friend of Venti