*Winter walks towards his home*

Winter: Now to visit my not so loving family for dinner...for some goddamn reason.

*Winter opens the door, only to see a familiar face*

Narwhal: Hello, son.

Winter: AH, THE DEVIL!

Narwhal: How welcoming...

Later:

*the IceWing family were now in the lounge, silence filled the air*

Hailstorm: *sigh* OK, this gone on long enough. We should at least try to talk to one another.

Winter: There's nothing to talk about! This guy's an asshole!

Narwhal: Young man, I am your father!

Winter: Oh please, thanks to you treating us like trophies, your daughter is insane, your eldest son is fucked up, and your youngest son is even more fucked up!

Narwhal: Who do you think you are--

Winter: No! Who do you think you are! Thinking you have the right to call yourself my father, when all you did was treat me like shit! If I ever been your goddamn son, you would've had the effort to actually care about me! To care about US!

All: ...

Tundra: I'll go get some tea... *leaves*

Narwhal: I...I never thought about it that way.

Winter: *scoff* Figures.

Narwhal: I know it seems too late...but will you give me another chance?

Hailstorm: Hmm...maybe.

Icicle: If you're really up for it.

Winter: ....Even though there's no hope for you, I think I might know someone.

Later:

Clay: Hey there, everyone! I would like to welcome you to How To Be A Good Father Lessons!

Narwhal: Seriously?

Arctic: Trust me, this is the only way to stop Darkstalker from bitching.

Chameleon: Can we get snacks now?

Clay: Snacks are for later.

Chameleon: Aw :(

Clay: Anyway, can you all tell me why are you here?

Chameleon: I betrayed my daughter.

Mastermind: I scarred my son by experimenting on live dragons.

Arctic: I didn't strangle the little shit when I had the chance.

Narwhal: Jeez, you guys make me sound like a saint!

Arctic: And what did you do?

Narwhal: Well, I pursued my sons to go into a death match...oh wait.

Clay: It's okay, that's why I'm here to help you.

Clay: I want you all to take turns, pretending I'm your son/daughter, and we're gonna do trust exercises.

Narwhal: Ugh...

---

Clay: OK, Mastermind, when I fall I want you to catch me.

Mastermind: *nods*

Clay: *falls backwards*

*Thud!*

Clay: Ow!

Mastermind: Existence is pain.

---

Clay: Here you go, Arctic!

*gives him a macaroni necklace*

Clay: Your child gave you a gift. What do you say in return?

Arctic: Hmm...

Arctic: I rather have a rope with shit strung on it.

Clay: Uh..

Arctic: Look at this ugly thing, did you even put effort into it?

Clay: I tried my best...

Arctic: Fuck no! You just wasted my evening lunch to make this shitty craftsmanship that I'll throw away to the dogs! A real man would've dug up the earth and carved diamonds of his own.

Clay: I'm sorry.

Arctic: Next time, try not to be an utter disappointment.

Clay: *sobs*

Arctic: So, how did I do?

Clay: *SOBS*

---

*Clay hanging from a tree*

Clay: OK, Chameleon. I'm going to pretend to be stuck in this tree, and I want you to help me down!

Chameleon: OK!

Clay: *clear throat*

Clay: I'm scared, Dad!

Chameleon: Do you trust me, Son?

Clay: Yes.

Chameleon: Then, let go!

*Clay lets go, only for Chameleon intentionally miss him*

Clay: Oof!

Chameleon: Rule Number #1: Never trust anyone!

---

Clay: OK, Narwhal, since I'm afraid of having my bones broken and my sanity, your real son will be filling for this exercise.

Narwhal: Which one?

Winter: Me, asshole.

Narwhal: Ah, shit.

Clay: For our last lesson: hugging!

Winter & Narwhal: Ugh...

Clay: JUST DO IT!

Both: ...

Clay: ....Sorry, I really need a therapist after all of this.

Winter: *sigh* Guess it's unavoidable.

Narwhal: Guess so...

*eventually, the two reached out and hugged each other. After a while, they released*

Winter: That...wasn't so bad.

Narwhal: Yeah, you're right...

Winter: I still hate you, tho.

Narwhal: Understandable.