"And then, the blasted female filled my tent with statutes of women! I couldn't move for the darn things!" a tipsy Lon'qu complained loudly, his gruff voice filling the small tavern where the male Shepards had gathered to celebrate their latest victory. They had just recruited the alternate version of Yen'fey, and the men hadn't hesitated in dragging the reluctant swordsman with them. One might question why they had not yet marched onwards and confronted the Fell Dragon yet. An answer that might be given is that some people are still under-levelled or that they were low on cash, but that's not important.

What is important is that halfway through their celebration, the guys had somehow broached upon the topic of their wives; more specifically the ways that their wives proceeded to baffle, confuse and even frustrate them. Oddly enough, the usually withdrawn and stoic Lon'qu was the first of them to speak, after a rather out of character chugging of his ale. The stoic swordsman had regaled them with a tale of his wife Miriel's odd experiments before their courtship, causing Laurent to feel somewhat uncomfortable seeing his father act so odd. Gauis scoffed and put down his tankard.

"You think you had it rough? Sully ran me ragged with ridiculous training, from dawn to dusk before we got hitched. And you know the first thing we did on our honeymoon? A five mile jog!" he picked his drink back up and finished it off, before slamming it down. "And the Gods blessed me with a beautiful daughter….who's idea of father-daughter bonding time is rigorous training! No question about where she got that from!" Henry laughed loudly at the tale, before speaking up next.

"Nya ha ha! What a HOOT! Nya ha ha, oh I slay me!" Gaius rolled his eyes and looked at the mentally unstable Sorcerer.

"So, Henry, any stories of your own you can drag out of the haze that is your mind?" Henry laughed again.

"Nah, not really. Though, there was this one time that Sumia made me stop sacrificing birds! I only did it to help her, but she told that I couldn't go 'robbing poor little birdies of their lives'." Some of the others looked rather ill at this. "I don't see what the problem was; it was all for a good CAWS! Nya ha ha!" Stahl coughed nervously, before smiling hesitantly.

"Well…Cherche is great, we get along incredibly well. But then, there's Minerva…" everyone except one person cringed in understanding.

"What have you got against Minervykins?" Gerome asked his father rather angrily, garnering strange looks from all present, and the masked man blushed "S-Shut up!" Gregor laughed heartily, before putting down his tankard.

"Ha, Gregor is sharing your pain friends! Nowi is beautiful women, but can be very childish yes? And she has much energy; this old man has lots of troubles keeping up with her!" Suddenly, as one, everyone turned to Chrom, which made the prince feel rather nervous.

"W-What?" he stammered, looking at their eager faces warily.

"Come one Blue, share with us some of you grievances with the Royal Missus. There's got to be a few stories there!" Gaius said eagerly. Brady sat up, and glared at the thief.

"Oi! That's me Ma you're talking about there! I'm sure Pops ain't got no problems with 'er, right Pops?...Er, Pops?" Chrom looked hesitant, like he was trying really hard not to say something.

"Yeah, I enjoy living a bit too much to answer that truthfully." He said, causing the others to wilt in disappointment. Gaius then perked up and turned to Robin.

"Well, if we can't hear anything about the Royal Missus, how about the Royal Princess. How about it, Bubbles?" Ever so slowly, Robin looked up from his tankard. Staring at everyone with a blank face, he opened his mouth.

"My wife tried to kill me." The table was absolutely silent, before everyone turned to each other and unanimously agreed on something.

"He wins."