*A son returns to Ostwick after the Breach*
"Mom! Dad! Guess who!"
"Oh, don't you 'Mom!' me young man, did you know you have been branded a heretic? Your father has to go to a chantry in some nearby village just to avoid the shame!"
"Well, geez Mom, it's not like I mea-"
"Oh, where did we go wrong? Why can't you be more like your cousin, huh? He's such a good man, a scholar with the Chantry, and is already married, expecting his first child. The first grandchild for his parents."
"Mom, plea-"
"And where are our grandchildren? You know how much it cost to get you through that Chantry school? You know how many favors and donations your father had to do so that you would not be named for your 'artistic re-imaginings' of the Chantry's frescos when you were 15? Did you kno-"
"Fine, fine, Mom! I just wanted to stop by and show you that I'm okay and I am in charge of a really cool organization and I am making something of myself! But fine, if you just want to do this, I should just go... I knew I should have ignored Cassandra..."
"Oh, Cassandra, she sounds like a good girl, when will you bring her over?"
"Maker's breath!" *leaves*
"And don't forget to bring some Orlesian cheeses when you visit next time!"