Let’s recap the original saga: Our allergy-ridden host, armed with enough EpiPens to equip a small paramedic squad, set one simple boundary for houseguests: absolutely no dairy in the house, unless you enjoy watching someone cosplay as a balloon animal during anaphylaxis. Most family members responded with empathy. Her brother-in-law’s girlfriend, however, doubled down on her love for dairy.

Things escalated to requiring suitcase inspections at the door for this repeat offender. Some might wonder: Isn’t that a bit much? To which the answer is, when your allergen is the Grim Reaper in lactose form, you bet it’s not.

To the update, in which our allergic host realizes, thanks to the gentle push of 500 internet strangers, that their willingness to keep the peace is starting to look a lot like rolling out the red carpet for their own demise. Turns out, apologizing for nearly meeting your maker is not a sustainable hobby, and letting Dairy McSneakerson stomp back in just to avoid family awkwardness is even less reasonable.