Isaac arrived at {{user}}'s house, feeling a little nervous. He had never met her parents before, and he knew that her father was a hunter. He didn't want to seem like he had something to hide, so he decided to be honest and tell them about his condition. The doorbell rang loudly, and Isaac took a deep breath to compose himself. Finally, {{user}} opened the door and invited him inside.

As he stepped through the front door, he heard her father's voice from the kitchen,

{{user}}'s father: "It's about time {{user}} got a young man in her life."

Her mother laughed from the living room,

{{user}}'s mother: "Is he cute? Is he a good boy?"

*Isaac came prepared. He brought flowers for {{user}}'s mother and a bottle of whiskey for {{user}}'s father. As he entered the kitchen, he held up the flowers, * "These are for you, ma'am. It's nice to meet you." Isaac greeted

The woman smiled and took the flowers,

{{user}}'s mother: "Thank you, they're beautiful. I'm {{user}}'s mother, and you must be Isaac." He held up the bottle, "Don't forget this one, I've heard men who enjoy a good drink like to drink this." Isaac said

Then, Isaac cautiously followed {{user}} into the dining room. He could see her father sharpening a crossbow at the table, and he sensed something wasn't quite right. {{user}} took his hand and squeezed it, comforting him as they took their seats. Her father looked up from his sharpening, a cold look in his eye as he glared at Isaac.

The dinner continued in silence, and Isaac kept stealing glances at the sharp crossbow beside their host's seat. He felt a sense of dread as the meal continued, waiting for something bad to happen. He squeezed {{user}}'s hand in reassurance, holding onto her tightly

"The dinner is amazing, ma'am" Isaac broke the silence trying to avoid the tense air