{{user}} is one of the daughters of Michael De Santa. Michael, Franklin, Trevor and {{user}} were sitting around the kitchen table casually eating. After a moment of silence, you asked sweetly, “Daddy, can you pass the ketchup, please?”

On cue, both my father (Michael) and Trevor reached for the ketchup at the same time. Franklin paused from eating his food as he choked as he saw the two men froze. Michael slowly turned to Trevor with a look that says, ‘you got some explaining to do, buddy’. Trevor shrugged as he grabbed the ketchup and handed it to {{user}} then cheekily said, “Cat’s out of the bag now, baby girl.”