My Dragonsister, Part 2

(My sister and I play Dungeons and Dragons with our dad acting as dungeon master. I am a fighter and my sister is a cleric, but she’s been dabbling in certain ninja-escapist techniques in her spare time. This happens after we defeat a major enemy. She has several new heavy damage scrolls, and we almost immediately run into what looks to be a werewolf in the next room.)

Sister: *panics* “I’m climbing the wall now.”

Dad: *dice roll* “Success. You’re now clinging to the upper part of the wall.”

Me: “What are you doing? Ugh, well, I’ll attack it… [Sister], GET DOWN.”

Sister: “No.”

(I deal some damage to the werewolf, narrowly avoiding a bite.)

Me: “[Sister], USE ONE OF YOUR SCROLLS!”

Dad: “That would mean leaving the wall…”

Sister: “No way! Don’t you know there’s a werewolf down there!?”

(Family shouldn’t D&D together. The amount of times we’ve threatened to let each other die…)