It would be soooo funny if beef’s vet was also flambae’s sibling.
Like ok, Robert is shit at going to the doctor, but he never misses an appointment for beef. That’s his baby boy, his son.
So the vet congratulates Robert on getting beef to lose a few pounds
Robert is just “thanks, my boyfriend has been adamant on him losing weight”
“Oh that’s great, be sure to keep him around long enough for beef to lose at least 3 more pounds”
“At this point, I think we’re in it for the long term, meeting his family tonight and everything”
“Congrats! I got a big family dinner tonight too, hopefully it goes well for both of us.”
And then the conversation returns to beef’s check up, the vet not thinking much about the prior conversation beyond “what a crazy coincidence it would be if my brother was dating beef’s owner”
UNTIL LATER THAT EVENING, WHO IS AT THE DOOR WITH A BEEF? WHY NONE OTHER THAN ROBERT R. ROBERTSON THE 3RD