Ewg. Really. She signed me up for 2gether. Why am I even entertaining this idea? You know I keep asking myself this question and yet I haven’t provided myself a solution yet on how to get out of it. My phone has notified me I have new messages on the 2gether app. I just got home too and now I have to please this Mortal undaughter of mine:

“I got messages,” I tell Lacie.

“Already!” Lacie sounds excited, why does this please her so much, “Well, you have to read them.”

“I hope not out loud,”

“Heehee, only if you want to,”

“Daaad,” Lacie remarks, “You can’t say that you need to comfort her.”

“Its too late. I pressed the arrow already,”

“Dad,”

“What, it’s dark humor,”

"You're being insensitive to this woman's pain," Lacie crosses her arms.

"I thought it was funny,"

Lacie glares.

"Fine I'll fix it,"

"I mean its better," Lacie responds, "We can wait for her response, she seems sweet and she may understand the misunderstanding."

"I like her, she sounds like she's straightforward and knows what she wants," Lacie states now leaning over my shoulder, while we awkwardly stand in the front entrance looming over my phone dangerously close to death.

"How do I respond?" I ask her since she has taken on the mediator role.

"Naturally,"

"That's what I did the last time and you got mad," I bark.

"Because you have to read the room,"

"Oh good you read the room this time," Lacie tells me.

"Report him," Lacie tells me.

"So don't respond?" I ask.

"I mean you can,"

"Sometimes it's okay to assert our power for creeps," Lacie remarks.

"And blocked, nice one Dad," Lacie smiles after pressing the block button on my phone, "I am proud of you."

"You know this was actually kind of fun, I want to bully more creeps online," I tell her.

"Okay, Dad, don't become a vigilante,"

"That reminds me, I am going out for a bit tonight-

-where are you going?" Lacie asks curiously slipping off her shoes, placing them onto the shoe rack near the doorway, "Also make sure you charge your phone before you go out."

"Meeting up with some old friends,"

Lacie stares at me curiously.

Yeah. Yeah I know his old friends don't really like Troy. But I cannot tell her I am going to go meet up with the killer teenager they are investigating.

"Do I have any nice clothes?" I ask.

Lacie squints at me, "You have a date!" wait, how did she jump from there to there?

"Um, how do you figure-

-you're being really weird about this, nice clothes, going out, in the evening, after work, and you're not really tell me what's going on,"

Er. I guess. I'll play along.

"You caught me red handed,"

"Who?" Lacie asks me there is a glint in her eye. Her Aura is radiating.

"....no one you know," I state.

"I'll figure it out sooner or later," she points to her eyes with her fingers and then points back at me.

At least I think I got out of it for now. I am pretty much an accessory to Quinn's crimes.