We're not superheroes, okay?

Gert hadn't been feeling super cheerful the past few days. Even though she was pretty firmly agnostic, and even though she thought Thanksgiving was a stupid, unjust holiday that celebrated horrible crimes and had no business being marketed as some kind of celebration of friendship, the looming approach of Hanukkah and Thanksgiving on her iCal was making her feel... not homesick exactly, but maybe a little nostalgic. Which was stupid, because now that she knew that her parents had been freaking supervillains for her entire life, she knew that she hadn't exactly had a perfect childhood worth being nostalgic for. But nonetheless, she couldn't help feeling a little bummed out about not having latkes and presents to look forward to this year.

Still, she did have a dinosaur to curl up with, so she guessed it wasn't all bad. At least that was what she was internally chiding herself as she scooted over on the bed to make more room for Old Lace.

This was going to break the bed one of these days and it was going to be fantastically awkward to explain to the school administration, she knew that much.