no one dreads a family reunion

"I’d like to really meet my grandfather." At this Tyrian gently rubbed at his forehead with a clawed toe as though warding off a headache. She may have thought she knew what she was saying but she didn't. Valentine was an acquired taste. While she had every right to meet him and she was right, he wouldn't stop her, Tyrian got the feeling she was wholly unprepared for the level of snark the old man now possessed. Like wine his crabbiness had ripened with age. Which was fine, he was unabashedly himself and Tyrian could appreciate that, but he'd grown up with it and was used to it. Not everyone had had the same misfortune.

After Poem finished speaking Tyrian shrugged helplessly and gave her a lopsided smirk. "Well, I've warned you, which I consider my civic duty. What you do after that is on you," his smirk broadened into a good-natured grin. If she wanted to do this, good on her. It was a bit naive, but she'd been warned and that was all he was willing to do regarding the matter. Tyrian himself would go to this party partially because he liked a good shit show and partial out of curiosity. He had a lot of questions regarding that side of the family. Why not go to the source and get them answered? See what there was to see and all that.

Tyrian decided to offer a bit of an olive branch. "I miss her too," he said quietly. "And it would be good to see her again. For me personally." He was still convinced the rest would be a fiery turd ball, but he could (almost) guarantee that his reunion with Rhythm would be fire free. She'd had a hand in raising him, after all, and he loved her dearly for it.