The Plucky Underdog and her unlikely group of misfit heroes burst through the door. I paused, water dribbling out of the watering can onto my dandelions.
"Oh. I assumed my Stormwomen would have kept you occupied for longer."
They just stared at me. The Underdog tilted her head.
"You're not my father."
"Well spotted."
The Underdog glanced between her allies, none of them speaking.
"It's just, if we're destined to stop you, we assumed you were connected to us."
I sighed.
"Destiny is a lie, children. Sorry."
I'd have explained further, but my dandelions' pollen had taken them by then.
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