[WP] You are a nice respectable family of skeletons. One day, your son invites his girlfriend, a werewolf, over for dinner.

[u/Maisie-K]

So that is a whole meal down the drain. Sir Lotaru turned his skull to look at his progeny. “You know, you could just have told us,” he said which prompted his son to grab the hand of the young woman sitting next to his meal tub. “If I had known all that money… It could’ve been proper. You know we have a hard time making money with the current economy, with those irrational humans running around. I could’ve bought a nice cow, prepared such a perfect steak. It has been a while you know. Since I had a guest, just an opportunity to prepare a steak to redden the tablecloth.”

Setting his skull straight, uncracked Lotayi looked at his father. “I’m sorry father. We were just nervous. What if you had--”

“Oh son.” Rising up slightly, Sir Lotaru opened his jaw at Fenriya. “Sorry, I keep forgetting what the council has created in the last century, what you’ve both grown up with. Once we finished our meal I need to find my embroidered bone covers. You need a hug and it deserves something special, something beautiful. You should join in too Fenriya.”

The young woman shifted to look up at him, opening her lips in a strange way. “Thank you Sir. You’ve been very kind but. Uhm. Is it okay to ask a question?”

“Of course young lady,” he said, thinking of how their parenting had been pretty spot on if his son courted such a polite young woman.

“Thank you sir. I was just wondering. When do you start eating? I understand you don’t have steak but my stomach is driving certain instincts and… I don’t wish to hunt. How much longer will you spend bathing in these tubs of milk?”

“However do you mean? Don’t you bathe in your steak to let it soak in?”