Nadia, Vigilante
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You give her a quick nod as you continue toward the stairs, but you can tell from the confused look on her face that today is one of those
days she has no flipping clue who you are.
As you get to the bottom of the stairs, you can make out the distinct smell of pancakes on a griddle. You assume that since they don't smell like they're burning, that Gertrude, the cook and housekeeper, is making them...and not your dad. You swear he could burn cold cereal.
