Fabrice realizes afterwards that he's probably said too much. He winces, but he's also tired from having to deal with an entire room full of witches, Riley Jung being the one exception. "Or a dinner at my aunt's," he shudders, remembering the last time he had eaten over at Aunt Violet's manor, just before his own attack. Something about that seems funny to him, but he pays it no further mind, recalling the copious amounts of awkward silences and glares.

"Our families are such fun, aren't they?" He muses, his tone heavily sardonic.