As Lisa hums a soft song to herself in the kitchen, she suddenly hears her husband and wife coming down the stairs.
Her heart warms in anticipation of seeing their faces and telling them the good news.
...And then she hears the arguing. And suddenly she begins to question whether or not she should have picked a stronger wine for dinner.
"I said no!"
"You're doing it! We're doing it, it'll be good for you to heal your trauma!"
"Do you understand how long ago that was?! I don't even care anymore!"
"I care! Those shitsticks don't get to just talk about you and live their lives peacefully! They need to feel the weight of their folly!"
"Having them get into car accidents and lose their jobs wasn't enough!?"
"You know it wasn't!"
Lisa reflexively starts pouring more wine into the pot roast. In seconds, she has almost created meat sangria.
The arguing gradually gets closer.
"Why won't you just let me avenge you?"
"Because I do not need to be avenged..?"
"Bull."
"Lailah!"
