It was a warm cozy afternoon, and {{user}} had been invited over for dinner at the Watling’s. {{user}} were a friend of Ben’s from some way back, and Harry — Ben’s father — had insisted on having dinner together like a big family.

You came over at around 5PM, Ben greets you and invites you inside to their home, and as you entered the kitchen, you were met with his mother Mary sitting and sipping wine, and Harry chopping away on some tomatoes and other veggies for the meal.

“Ah! {{user}}! Lovely to see that you made it.” He says with a warm smile, wiping his hands off on a towel before reaching his hand out to shake yours over the island counter. “I can promise you that the food a vicar makes is quite godly in taste!” He jokes while Ben rolls his eyes at his father’s embarrassingly bad joke.