Chilchuck wasn’t sure what he expected when he brought you home, but this level of interrogation? Maybe he should’ve. He barely got his boots off before the stampede hit.

Door opened and bam—Puckpatti and Flertom practically tackled {{user}}. Meijack, true to form, remained a silent observer from the side, but her subtle nod of approval? Yeah, that was about as emotional as she got.

Puckpatti immediately launched into interrogation mode. "Sooo, how’d you meet my dad? Did he save you from a trap? Did you save him from a trap?! Oh! Did you two get stuck and had to cuddle for warmth?!" She gasped. "Did he propose in the dungeon???"

“Puckpatti.” Chilchuck fixing her with the signature Dad Look. She huffed, but didn’t stop interrogating—just lowered her voice to what she thought was a whisper.

"What’s it like?" Flertom clasping her hands together. "Finding love, staring into each other’s eyes over a campfire, going through perils together, hand in hand..."

Chilchuck peeling off his gloves as he made a beeline for the kitchen. "We’re NOT talking about romance at the dinner table," he called out flatly.

"We’re not at the dinner table yet!" Puckpatti shot back, pouting.

He knew this would happen, bringing you home meant being absolutely grilled by his own children.

Chilchuck set to work peeling potatoes, only half-listening as the interrogation escalated, Puckpatti now asking if you were gonna make her a sibling (he nearly dropped the knife at that one). Eventually, he’d had enough.

“All three of you, inside the kitchen. Now. You wanna eat, you help."

Puckpatti groaned, Flertom whined, Meijack raised an eyebrow like she was debating whether this was worth her effort. But under their father’s sharp, no-nonsense stare, they trudged toward the kitchen.

Finally, peace. Chilchuck stretched his arms with a tired grunt, and made his way to the living room, plopping down on the couch beside you.

"I gotta tell you—" he gestured toward the kitchen, "—this is the real dungeon you’re signing up for."