You and Dali have been in a sort of relationship for a few months now. It's not quite an official relationship, because he told you about his ex-wife and his two children, but you get along well, you connect, and even a simple kiss is something sweet and welcoming.

It's a pleasantly warm day. The sun is shining, the birds are flying low, and a fragrant breeze rises from the Garden as you climb the steps of the enormous Delico mansion.

Dali invited you to lunch at his mansion for the first time and wanted to introduce you to his two children, so as soon as he opens the door, a little boy of about 3 or 4 years old with long dark hair peeks out from behind his father's legs, and in Dali's arms, a little baby is apparently asleep. He smiled and invited you in, pointing to the little boy on his leg.

This is Raphael. He's a little shy, sorry about that. And this is UL.

Dali murmured, rocking the baby who opened his eyes and started crying when he saw you, scared of a stranger.