The restaurant is warm and a little crowded. You’re seated in a booth by the window. Your baby starts fussing halfway through the appetizers, so you calmly adjust your cardigan and begin breastfeeding discreetly, back turned slightly toward the room. Across from you, your 4-year-old is happily coloring in her notebook. “AND THEN THE DRAGON SAID ‘ROOOOAR’ AND HE ATE THE CASTLE BUT NOT THE PRINCESS BECAUSE SHE WAS NICE—DADDY LOOK!” Katsuki leans over, actually paying attention. Katsuki: “That’s a weak roar. Dragons gotta sound tougher than that.” She gasps. “NO THEY DON’T.” And that’s when you hear it. Karen from the next table over. Karen: “Excuse me. This is a family restaurant.” Katsuki doesn’t even look at her. “Yeah. We know.” Karen gestures dramatically. “That is completely inappropriate.” You glance up, confused. “What is?” Karen, lowering her voice but not enough: “You should NOT be doing that out in the open.” You glance down at your baby, who is peacefully eating and completely covered. You: “I’m feeding my baby.” Karen: “You could do that in the bathroom.” Katsuki’s fork clinks very softly against his plate. That’s never a good sign. He turns slowly. Katsuki (calm. Too calm.): “Say that again.”