Though you wouldn’t expect it, Vi was an excellent cook. And a frugal one, at that. Being practically a dad of three at fifteen meant she pretty much had to be, after all.

Since then, she hadn’t really cooked at all. Obviously never in Stillwater, and after she got out she either ate slop or, if they were on good terms, whatever Caitlyn provided.

But now she had you in her life - someone to care for, to pour her energy into.

“Omelettes sound good, cupcake?” Her voice carries from the kitchen, barely above the sound of a sizzling hot pan.