"Okay then," Ananias said, "first thing's first. Tell me what you've learned about mom and her siblings since the last time we addressed the issue."

Robin blushed as he rubbed the back of his neck shamefully. "Er, that the Anna in West Ferox owns a husky, the Anna managing the Outrealm Gate has a great laugh, and that our Anna has a love for teddy bears?" he answered sheepishly, earning him a slightly surprised look from his son.

"Is that it?" Ananias slowly and awkwardly asked. Surely his father would've put more effort into knowing about his in-laws than this.

Robin nodded his head, shamefaced. "Y-Yes, unfortunately."

An awkward pause came between them before Ananias finally had the courage to ask, "Um, no offense, but how is that even possible? Didn't you at least go talk to mom?"

Robin let out an awkward, embarrassed, and nervous laugh before answering, "Yes, but, well, you see, as you know, your mother can be quite enthusiastic at times, and, well, let's just say that when I asked her about her family, she became so enthused about the subject that, after a few minutes, I had honestly lost track of what she was saying."

Ananias let out an exasperated sigh before nodding his head understandingly. "I see," he said, though because of his usual tone of voice, he sounded anything but sympathetic. "Then I guess that means we'll just have to start at the beginning and go slow from there, huh?"

Robin nodded his head solemnly. "Yes, that would certainly be the most preferred method."

Ananias took a deep breath, taking a moment to compose himself before beginning the lesson for the day. "Alright, first thing's first. We need to address a few things before we start."

Robin raised an eyebrow in surprise. "'Address a few things'? Like what?"

"You know, like basic guidelines," Ananias calmly explained. He then raised his index finger up before saying, "For example, never refer to an Anna as 'the Anna who manages the Outrealm Gate' or 'the Anna in West Ferox'."

Robin's eyes grew even wider upon hearing this surprising, and frankly very upsetting, revelation. "Then how will anyone know to which Anna we are referring to then?" he asked, desperately hoping that there was going to be a simple explanation for that.

Sensing his father's panic, Ananias raised both of his hands up in an attempt to calm his father down and reassuringly said, "It's simple." He raised his index finger and explained, "All you have to do is say, 'my cousin who manages the Outrealm Gate' or, 'my cousin in West Ferox'."

A long silence came between the two men, with Ananias' father unable to do anything but gawk at his son and the said son waiting patiently for his father to recover from his sudden shock. When it seemed like Robin unfortunately wasn't going to recover from his shock by himself anytime soon, Ananias, with a light blush on his face, slowly leaned forward and embarrassingly whispered, "It was a joke."

That seemed to do the trick. Robin, having recovered from his said shock, blinked a few times before shaking his head to rid himself of whatever little aftereffects of the shock still plagued him, laughed and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, and said, "Ah, a joke was it?" He let out another cheery, but noticeably relieved laugh. "Good one! You really had me fooled there, son!"

Ananias let out an exasperated sigh before muttering, "Maybe I should stop joking then, if you're this high-strung about it…."

"What?!" Robin cried. He shook his head. "No, of course not! Make all of the jokes you want! I'm not nervous at all!" He let out the most cheerful laugh he could muster. "Far be it, I'm perfectly fine! It's just that that joke was so good, I couldn't help but be shocked by how good it was!"

Unfortunately for him, his son didn't look like he was buying it. Then again, with Ananias, one could never really tell. "No offense, but you're acting awfully defensive about it."

Robin froze for a moment before letting out another awkwardly cheerful laugh. "Defensive?! Defensive about what?! I've got nothing to be defensive about!"

It was at this point where Ananias had finally had enough. He grabbed the nearest chair and offered for his father to take a seat. "Sit down."

Robin took a moment to give the chair his son was referring to a surprised look before looking up at his son and giving the same, exact look to him. "What for?" he asked innocently.

Ananias let out an exasperated sigh and explained, "You're not well. This whole thing has got you too stressed out. You're not going to learn anything in the state you're in. It's better if we just stop here and wait until you gotten calmer about the whole thing."

"What?" Robin cried out incredulously. "What are you talking about?! Me?! Stressed out! Ha! Son, you must be imagining things!"

Ananias let out another exasperated sigh. "Fine then, if you insist." He set the chair to the side. "Our first lesson will be," he placed his index finger up and placed it on one of his cheeks to demonstrate, "the subtle differences between each of the Annas' 'Place Your Index Finger onto Your Cheek' mannerism."

Robin's eyes became as big as dinner plates. "The 'Place Your Index Finger onto Your Cheek' mannerism?" he whimpered. He gulped nervously. "You mean… it actually has a name to it?"

Ananias nonchalantly shrugged. "Well, yeah," he said. "I mean, if a certain mannerism is common among members of a family, then it gets a name, right? So why should this one be treated any differently, yeah?"

Robin let out a nervous chuckle as he tried to put up a lighthearted front. "Of course, what was I thinking?" he mused. He signaled for Ananias to continue on with his lesson. "May we continue, please?"

Ananias nodded. "Okay, well, I think the best way for someone to tell the difference between a common and identical mannerism is to do the same common and identical mannerism themselves, so that's what we're going to do. I want you to place your index finger on your cheek, and keep doing it until you're aware of how exactly you're doing it. That way, when you see other people do it, you can eventually spot the subtle differences, because you can spot how they're doing it differently compared to the way you do it."

Robin frowned before inspecting his index finger and giving his son a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. "Well, I guess I can see the logic in that." He then proceeded to place his index finger onto one of his cheeks before taking it off and repeating the process. At first, Robin had to admit that it wasn't so bad, but after about the twentieth time of placing his index finger onto his cheek, he finally snapped. "Agh!" he cried, pulling his hair out in frustration as he was certain that he could feel his brain deteriorating with each passing cheek-touch. "I can't take it anymore!" He looked at his son with a somewhat crazed look in his eye. "How does your mother do it!?"

Ananias gave his father a look of confusion. "She just extends her index finger and -"

"Not that!" Robin cried. "I mean how can she stand to do it all the time?! And so naturally too! I mean," Robin took a moment to struggle to find the right words, "it's just her placing her index finger onto her cheek, placing the back of her hand against her side and leaning forward every single time! How does she do it!"

Despite Robin's sudden and unfortunate meltdown, Ananias gave his father an approving nod. "Huh, it's working," he murmured to himself.

Unfortunately for Robin, he did not hear his son's proud comment on the process of the training and simply continued on his rant. "I mean, all of the Annas do the exact same thing all the time! How am I supposed to tell the subtle differences between them if they do the exact same mannerism the exact same way every single time! Gah!"

He then ran out of his son's tent to get some much needed air, with his son calmly and dully looking on, shaking his head after his father had left his tent and muttering, "At this rate, he won't even last a single minute at a family reunion."