"Ah, there's my boy," Robin said after he had pushed aside his son's personal tent flap, peaked into Ananias' personal quarters, and smiled contently upon laying eyes on his one and only son.

Ananias casually glanced at the direction his father was greeting him from for a moment before nonchalantly resuming to whatever task he had been doing before his father had unintentionally and innocently disturbed him. "Here I am," Ananias said in a singsong tone of voice, though with his usual monotone and deadpan tone of voice caught in the mix, Ananias actually potentially sounded annoyed by his father's presence. Luckily for him though, his father knew better. While he certainly wouldn't have minded receiving a much brighter greeting from his boy, he was aware of his unusual quirks and his love and respect for his parents (sans a few personal issues, but to Robin that seemed normal enough), so he took his son's strange greeting in stride.

Robin made his way to his son, who was currently seated in front of his own, personal desk, which carried stacks upon stacks of letters on it, and looked over his son's shoulder as his son preoccupied himself with the decision of what exactly to write on the currently blank piece of paper directly placed in front of him, a quill pen which had already been dipped into a small bottle of ink placed stiffly between his fingers as he gave the piece of paper in front of him a cold, hard stare. Robin raised an eyebrow in surprise as he inspected the contents sitting on Ananias' desk. "What's all this?" he asked teasingly, an amused smirk appearing on his face. "Fan mail? Is my son truly that popular with the ladies?"

Ananias let out an exasperated sigh before looking up at his dad, raising an eyebrow knowingly, and asking, "Have you met me?"

Robin chuckled as he placed a hand through Ananias' hair, ruffled it a bit, and answered, "Yes, I have. And the day a woman finally meets my son's fancy will certainly be a day to remember." He then picked up one of the many letters and asked, "But in all seriousness, just who are all of these letters from?"

Ananias sighed and went back to what he was doing before answering, "They're all from me. I'm the one who's planning on mailing them."

Robin's eyes widened as he gave his son a quick look of disbelief. "From you?!" he asked incredulously.

Ananias nodded absentmindedly as he continued to focus his attention on the empty parchment sitting right in front of him. "Yeah."

Robin let out a surprised and impressed whistle. "I wasn't aware that you knew this many people."

Ananias simply shrugged. "Well, we've got a pretty big family, so…." He figured his father was capable enough of putting two and two together.

Robin's eyes once again widened in surprise. "You mean to tell me that all of these letters are meant for all of the Annas in your mother's family?" he asked.

Ananias thought about it for a moment before shrugging his shoulders and answering, "Well, they're not exactly meant for ALL of the Annas on mom's side of the family. Just the ones who helped me out when I was out looking for the two of you."

Robin's mouth hung agape in shock. "You met this many Annas while you were searching for your mother and I?!" he cried.

Ananias shrugged his shoulders a bit as he tilted his head a bit to the side and averted his eyes to the side sheepishly. "We've got a pretty big family," he murmured.

A brief and awkward pause happened between the two before Robin looked at the finished letter currently in his hand and asked, "S-So, who's this letter for?"

After a quick glance at the contents of the letter in his father's hands, Ananias looked back at the empty one on his desk and answered, "That one's for the Anna with the Welcome Wagon. You remember her, right?"

Robin nodded. "The one whom we helped escort after we retrieved all of her stolen goods from those bandits?"

Ananias nodded. "Yeah. I figured I should thank her before she goes nomadic again. Because, you know," he nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders, "it's pretty hard to thank someone when they're constantly on the move, you know?"

"Ah," Robin said, nodding his head understandingly, "so that's the reason why it was so hard for you to find us."

Ananias nodded. "Yeah."

Robin placed the letter down and picked up another one, showing it to his son and asking, "And which Anna is this for?"

Ananias glanced at the letter for a moment before answering, "That's for the Anna who manages the Outrealm Gate." He smiled a bit as he remembered his time with that particular Anna. "She's got a great laugh."

Robin raised an eyebrow in surprise and disbelief. "R-Really?"

Ananias nodded. "Yeah. It's so real and infectious, you know? Makes it really easy for one to forget their problems for a bit, you know?"

Robin averted his eyes awkwardly to the side for a second before nodding his head slowly and saying, "Y-Yes, I can… certainly relate." He then picked up another letter and asked, "And this one?"

Ananias looked at the contents of the letter and answered, "That one's for the Anna in West Ferox. She's got her very own pet husky, did you know that?"

Robin slowly shook his head. "No, I could honestly say that I didn't." He then looked back at all of the letters sitting on Ananias' desk and asked, "How can you possibly tell the difference between all of them? I mean, they're completely identical!"

Ananias thought about it for a moment before shrugging his shoulders and answering, "Well, yeah, but if you can find one unique thing about each one then it's surprisingly easy." When he saw that his father was not convinced, he sighed, and asked, "Okay, take mom for example. What's something unique about her that none of the other Annas share?"

Robin held his chin as he contemplated on the answer to his son's question. After a long and frustrating time racking his brain for even the smallest difference his wife had to distinguish her from the rest of her identical siblings, he let out a frustrated sigh, and said, "I'm afraid that I honestly have no idea."

Ananias' eyes widened in disbelief. "Wow, that's actually… really, really sad."

Robin hung his head, shamefaced. "I know." He let out a huge sigh as he wearily rubbed his temples. "Your mother's going to kill me if she finds out."

"Haven't you ever asked her about her family?" Ananias asked. "I mean, that seems like something someone would do before marrying someone, you know?"

Robin blushed as he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, your mother and I love each other very much, and when your mother suggested that we'd get married we sort of decided to…," he took a moment to choose his words carefully, "push off all of the boring, less important details in order to just get to the ceremony."

Ananias raised an eyebrow in surprise. "That is surprisingly irresponsible of you."

Robin embarrassingly cleared his throat as he covered his mouth with a clenched fist. "Well yes, but you know, your mother's enthusiasm can be quite contagious, so…." He hoped that his son would be smart enough to put two and two together.

His son gave him a sympathetic nod, though it was accompanied by a somewhat grim and solemn expression on his face. "I see." He then slowly went back to focusing on his letter. "Still, that doesn't change the fact that you can't tell any of mom's siblings apart though." He glanced back up at his dad. "How do you plan to solve that little dilemma?"

Robin let out an exasperated groan as he buried his face into his hands and shook his head. "I haven't the faintest idea. There are just so many of them! And at face value they all act so similarly to each other!" Just then, a sudden idea popped into his head. He lifted his head up, holding his chin with one hand and placing one hand on his hip as he thought it over. "Unless," he nodded his head slowly as the idea he had began to look more and more plausible by the second, resulting in him pointing his index finger at his somewhat confused son, "you could teach me how to tell them all apart."

Ananias considered the idea for a moment before giving his dad an acknowledging nod and shrug. "Probably."

His father gave him a smile that evidently showed his relief. "That's great! Can you?"

Ananias thought about it for a moment before giving his father a nonchalant shrug. "Sure, why not? Mom's always saying that we never spend enough time with each other anyway. Two birds with one stone, yeah?"

Robin gave his son a proud pat on the back. "That's my boy."

Ananias smiled a bit before recomposing himself, looking at his father, and saying, "Just let me finish writing all of these thank you letters first, okay?"

Robin smiled and nodded understandingly. "Deal. I'll leave you to it then." He then began to make his way out of Ananias' tent, but before he barely even got two steps in, he stopped himself, scurried back toward his son, leaned toward him, and quietly asked, "That quality that your mother has that neither of her siblings possess," he gulped nervously and embarrassingly, "what -"

Without missing a beat, or even looking up from the letter he had currently begun writing on, Ananias disinterestedly answered, "Her love of teddy bears."

"Gah!" Robin cried, slapping his forehead in realization. "Of course!"