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Logan was pouring cereal for his eight-year-old Alex when his thirteen year old Mara tentatively stepped into the kitchen. She shuffled her feet, not quite meeting his eyes, her brown hair covering her face.

"Problem?" Logan asked adding milk to the cereal.

"No," she replied shaking her head.

"Okay," he responded skeptically, carrying the bowl and a spoon over to the table. He placed his son's breakfast in front of him and returned to the counter. "You want any breakfast?"

"No," Mara repeated softly.

"Okay." Logan poured himself a third cup of coffee and carried his mug to the table. He had a good half an hour before he had to take the kids to school. Usually Veronica did it, but she was tracking down a bail jumper in Kansas that week.

"I, uh…" Mara approached the table, placing a pink slip in front of Logan. "I need you to sign this, please."

Logan picked up the paper, easily recognizing it as a detention slip, and read the reason for her punishment. "Lurking around the boys' bathroom, huh?"

"I wouldn't call it lurking," Mara said slowly. "I was looking for something for my friend, and I heard that her boyfriend had it, but he wouldn't…" she sighed, hanging her head. "Can you please just get my punishment over with? Ground me or whatever."

"If that's what you want," Logan replied grabbing a pen off the counter. He signed the detention slip, handed it back to Mara, and said, "I really wasn't planning on it though."

"What?" his daughter furrowed her eyebrows, reminding Logan of a smaller, brunette Veronica. "I thought you'd be mad."

"Mara, my girl, your mother and I were hauled out of school in handcuffs on more than one occasion," Logan responded pushing himself to his feet. He tried hard not to laugh at the stunned look on his daughter's face. "You have nothing on us," he continued taking a sip of coffee. He then walked out of the room hearing Alex exclaim, "Our parents are awesome!"