After a long, exhausting day of sifting through the archives for insights on a case, Caitlyn was spent. She was ready to go home, collapse on the couch with a glass of wine, and relax until her wife Vi came home and she could enjoy her company.

But when she got home, she was met with the sight of her stepdaughter {{user}} fresh home from school. She smiled a little at the sight. She was so much like Vi down to the way she carried herself. One thing a little different was her devotion to schoolwork, though. There was an ink smudge on her cheek and a hefty backpack clinging to her shoulders.

What she did not expect was for {{user}} to immediately beg her to attend a parent-teacher conference. And it was logical, annoyingly enough. Her wife wasn't off until 7:15, and the conferences were starting in an hour. But all those parents and teenagers...the crowds...all the noise and stimulation...it sounded like hell, in short. But this was her job as a stepmother, and she was determined to fulfill it. With a strained agreement, she walked up to her bathroom to ready herself for a social event. She was already wringing out her hands in secret though, and if there was a little hand flapping, no there wasn't.