I stepped out of the reception with one of the last bottles of red left undrunk and/or unbroken, taking a swig as i noticed one of the serving staff smoking behind a tree. They went to hide it but I quickly waved my hand to indicate I didn't care. They took another puff then looked at me.
"So, this level of chaos normal for your families? I mean, we're used to a fight or two, and maybe a breakup at these things, but this is... excessive."
I sighed.
"Some families are oil, some are water.
We're split uranium atoms."
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