Her taste in men aside, my mother was a good person. [mildly spoken - mostly because she won't ever acknowledge the shadow her father had made.]

[ Still.

She waits for that old flicker, that familiar flare of anger, that had once accompanied the thought of the Director. It doesn't come. Even as she's relieved that all there is left of that old emotion is ashes, she can't help but - feel a little wary. A little worried. She'd never talked to him about her parents.

Not that he's entirely wrong about one of them. ]

Sounds like a plan. Worst case scenario, I'm sure we can order in some takeout to make up for any kitchen disasters. I'll see you then.