"...for parahumans it's really not."

"Why?"

"Parahumans get powers by having horrible things happen to them and being traumatized."

"Miracles get their powers by getting really sick. Then they either get better and become Miracles, or they die."

"Zaneta said the triplets were born with their powers."

"Yeah, if your mum or dad is a Miracle, you're a Miracle, too." 

"I dunno if it's like that back home, maybe it is."

"Do parahumans not have babies?"

"Powers have only been around for like fifteen years, and they all have secret identities."

"Is that why you're pretending to be a human? It's okay, we won't tell."

"Parahumans are still humans, and I dunno why you still think I'm one."

"She'll tell eventually. Come on, I'm hungry."

Stan stands on a grey concrete square in front of the massive silver door into the mountain. It flashes for a moment, and the door opens.

"You know, whether I am a parahuman or not, it would be really nice if you told me why you think I am," she says, following, "since in my world someone could try to kill me for it." Or her loved ones, if she had any.

"Just a hunch," says Stan, as he walks inside. 

Sigh. Follow.

The entrance hall to Zaneta's home was copied from a four star hotel she once frequented, long since closed. Except for the waterfall in the top left corner, that's on her.

Ooh pretty. Sadde is not very used to pretty.

In a blink of an eye, the triplets are dressed. Hannah on the other hand simply extrudes a dress. Maurice on the freakish third hand just has to make himself presentable the old fashioned way.

...well Sadde isn't.

The others don't really notice.

Yeah she had sorta not expected them to.

The children make their way through what seems like hundreds of hallways. Lining the walls are pictures of Zaneta, her children, and other figures you'd guess were important to her. The pictures of Zaneta are as diverse as they are numerous, ranging from framed drawings evidently made by small small children, to oil paintings. 

"Why are there so many pictures?" she wonders.

"Lots of people like our mummy, and lots of people like to draw."

"Huh. Makes sense."