As we approach the bottom of the stairs, I see the fancy guy we met in the last port. I think he was here earlier, too, come to think of it... "Yo, Aunt-Mom, what are you doing here?"
"Woah, woah, woah." I interject. "Faye's not going to get pulled into any of your arranged-marriage incestuous bull****. So if you'll excuse us, we need to go to lunch."