My Land, My Rules

"Beefslab," Liliana sighed, feeling her headache spike, even as she took the soda with its distressing lack of alcohol. Oddly enough, the greeting made Irrim laugh.

"That's what you call Uncle Gideon, too," the girl said. "Well. Other you." She gave Gladio an assessing look. "I think you're bigger though."

"Well, I shall add that to my list of exciting things to look forward to," Liliana drawled. "A second Gladio to meet. Huzzah for me."