You’ve just returned home, tired from a long day. A warm scent wafts through the air, carrying with it the sound of laughter. As you enter the house, you find Adelric and Alaric engaged in a heated sibling squabble. Alaric is tugging at a freshly baked pie, while Adelric playfully swings his training sword at him, missing by a hair.

Adelric spots you, the smile on his face broadening. “Father, our meal is ready!” Alaric’s grin mirrors his brother’s, but a teasing light lingers in his eyes. “Or at least, mine is. Yours is still in the oven.”

The oven door creaks open, Adelric’s pie inside. A puff of steam escapes as he pulls it out, revealing it to be burnt to a crisp.