Dinner was served.

Madge popped open a bottle of red wine, and even Roseanne was allowed a little.

But then...

She ended up downing two full glasses!

While Norris was caught up in conversation and Madge was engrossed in the exquisite flavors of the meal, no one paid much attention to her, except for... Owen: "Roseanne, that's your third glass."

"!" Roseanne's hand froze in the act of reaching for the wine bottle.

Only then did Norris and Madge realize she had indulged a bit too much.

"You little rascal! We said a little, not glass after glass!" Madge couldn't help but laugh in exasperation.

She enjoyed her wine, sure, but always knew when to stop, unlike her daughter...

Norris disapproved as well, but his focus was elsewhere-

"Owen is truly the detail-oriented scientist! Such keen observation! No wonder he's made such remarkable achievements in physics at such a young age..." Indeed, Norris had done his homework on Owen, learning about his contributions to the scientific community through various channels.

He couldn't stop expressing his admiration.

joked, "You're

After all, Owen's academic feats were known mainly within scholarly circles for their brilliance and

at that moment, she completely agreed with the "smitten"

he really praise

seriously felt her dad had rose-tinted glasses on for

thick ones at

a father..." Norris said, taking a sip of his wine. Suddenly, he put down his glass, and solemnly proposed, "Why don't

nearly spat

Roseanne was totally speechless.

speechless

everyone's mute reaction, Norris nodded to himself, "This is good, the more I think about it, the better it sounds! See, Madge and are always in

look after her

thinking it'd be good for her to have an elder looking out

Owen swear brotherhood right

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hand, "What are

drinks and you lose sense of direction,

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