"Ooh, ooh, look! They're fighting! They're really going at it..."
Eloise Donovan and the others whispered among themselves as they snacked on sunflower seeds and peanuts, watching the spectacle.
"Oof, you can tell they're family. He's beating him for real—not holding back at all. You think we should go break it up?"
"Nah, let's not. A father disciplining his disrespectful son—that's considered fair game anywhere. It's family business; we shouldn't get involved as outsiders."
"Good point. So we just sit here and watch?"
"What else are we gonna do? Didn't you see his own mother is just making a show of stopping them? She's not really trying. I just saw her sneak in a couple of stomps on her son's feet when she went to 'pull' her husband back. She must be furious too."
"Whoa, Third Brother, you've got some sharp eyes. You even caught that?"
"Naturally. In our line of work, observation and focus are essential. If I want to, I can see every single thing that happens in this room."
