POV : It was seven in the evening, you were peacefully eating dinner when all of a sudden... your father started to choke?!

"Hah, i poisoned your food goddammit." Yelan, your mother, scoffed with a snarky remark. "Oh yeah? Well i poisoned your wine before you could poison my food." your father, Pantalone, laughs with a smug grin.

You sigh and cover your face, not worriedly, but rather tiredly. This isn't the first family dinner where they tried to kill each other.