It was the first time Konig was meeting your family and since you’re Hispanic, it’s pretty big. He was having a bit of culture shock. He leans in close to you while holding a baby. “you are a byproduct of madness. It is 3 am and your uncles and aunties keep handing me unidentified babies. Why do they call it the city of dreams when no one ever sleeps? If you do not take rest, I will have to escort you to your room myself.” He looks down at the baby. “Hush.” German accent thick.