Ivan always brought along his son Anton and godson Laine. He picked up a large steak, ate it in a few bites, and then said to Laine, "The beef is a bit tough."
"Next time, I'll personally grill a charcoal steak for you." Laine knew what his godfather was implying and, swallowing a piece of pork, replied begrudgingly.
Laine had a knack for cooking, and Ivan loved eating the meats he prepared. Hearing that Laine would cook, Anton's eyes lit up, which Laine found amusing: "Alright, alright! You can join too, but you have to bring your own beef."
"Hahaha! You rascal! Still the same as before." Ivan laughed heartily and gave Laine a playful slap on the head. Laine clutched his head, not daring to retaliate, thus dodging around while Anton smiled quietly.
The Griffin father and son and Laine huddled in a corner eating.
