Y/N, entering their kitchen: excuse me, may I help you?
Cryptid Moon, devouring half the fridge contents: forgive me, most gracious of hosts, but do you have any more of these magical food boxes? My brothers are very hungry, as well.
Y/N: brothers? I am very sorry, but this is not a hotel.
Cryptid Sun, from the living room: I found the comfiest nest here! Such a delight to knead all of these soft pillows and build a home.
Y/N: how did you even get in? The door was not unlocked.
Cryptid Moon: no, but now it is slightly unhinged. We require shelter and warmth. Will you have us, sweet host?
Cryptid Sun: Would sure be a shame if we were thrown out back into the cold. All alone...all on our own...in the dark.
Cryptid Moon: especially during this harrowing Winter season.
Cryptid Sun: I get such severe joint pain in this humid weather, woe is me! I can hear my bones weep in pain! Pain, I say!
Y/N: alright, alright, you can stop, fine. You may stay for a bit, but we will set some basic house rules. Wasn't there another brother, as well?
Cryptid Eclipse, with a dark and layered voice echoing from the basement area: Such a magnificent lair this is, I declare it worthy of being my new kingdom, mine to reign as I please. This hidden haven is perfect for making a stash of prey flesh, as well.
Y/N, opening the basement door: no prey stash in the house! You got a perfectly good forest out there for that! And I want that "lair" to remain clean at all times. Understood?
Cryptid Eclipse, with a slightly grumpy growl:...fine.