“So…Shego. Is that your Christian name?” Nana Possible levelled a smile lined with steel at the tense woman at the Thanksgiving dinner table.
“It's a nickname. Hego decided we needed to have “superhero” names and I wanted to…” A quick glance at Kim had her avoiding any mention of villainy. “Not forget my brothers.”
“How sweet. Pass the sweet potatos, dearie.”
A deceptively slim fingered hand grasped the bowl firmly, pulling it from Shego's hand.
“How are things with the rockets you boys are playing with, James?”
“Oh, you know us, Mother, always having something go off. Why just the other day, Vivian was showing us a new-”
“Vivian, James?”
“Yes, Mother, the robotics expert? I could have sworn I told you about her. Well, she was showing us these new-”
“I'm not sure I like a woman in there working with you, James Timothy.” The sternness of the Voice made Shego cringe, thankful it was not aimed at her. She was damn glad Kim had warned her not to mention the villainy bit.
“Oh, it's fine. She'll be over later with the boys.” Dr. Possible smiled at her mother-in-law. “She has the best recipe for stuffing I've ever tried. Remember, dear, we had it at the potluck?”
Dr. Possible chuckled. “Yep! Ate almost as much of that as I did of your casserole!”
“My, my…do you cook, Shego?”
“I've been known to be partial to the open flame.”
“A barbecuer! We'll just have to have you over for a cookout sometime and test those grilling chops!” Dr. Possible grinned widely at Shego. Her answering smile was weak as the surreality of the situation hit her.
She was at a family dinner.
It was, for all intents and purposes, her in-laws.
She didn't want to kill anyone.
There was definitely something screwy here.
She glanced over at Kim, catching the shining smile that danced around moist pink lips. Her stomach clenched in reaction, her fingers tightening around her fork.
Definitely something very screwy.
Good thing she seemed to be growing increasingly fonder of screwy, with downright affection for whacked-out.
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