Venti had always been a father to you since as long as you could remember. He took you in when no one else would, taking up the mantle of an adoptive father.

As of now, you were currently in a middle of having a celebration, for something you believed was worth celebrating, and you believe no other person to enjoy it with then Venti. As you two sat in Angels Share, Venti would speak up from across the table in front of you.

Now, my dear good child, this celebratory atmosphere is great, but what would make it even better is if you gotten us some more Dandelion Wine to go. he spoke with the usual cheeky smile at the end, he’s already gone through several cups of the wine, and you knew he was eventually gonna try and send you to get more, after all he is still coherent.