"Yeah, there are other reasons I don't want it. The catching-on-fire and bullying parts are okay, though."

"Sure. You will not get me awkwardly trying to mom where I'm not wanted," she assures. "That sounds like a terrible idea."

"Yes, and therefore you will not do it, because you do not act on terrible ideas, because you are perfect, correct?"

"Exactly!"

"How lucky I am."

"That is what everyone in my presence says," she agrees sagely.

"Is it, now. Really. Everyone. In your presence. Says the thing."

"Yep. Sometimes it's just quietly, to themselves. Because they're too intimidated by my splendor."

"I see. You may have an undiagnosed Master-Stranger power."

"I might! Shh, don't tell anyone."

"I would never."

"Thank you." Pause. "Dad." Smirk.

Snort.

"Nothing I can really think of."

"All right. You have my phone number if you need me, or if you'd like to talk."

"Indeed." Pause. "You know, it kinda feels pretty good to have someone else know about it."

"Also so that I can bounce ideas off of and get criticism, like 'maybe don't do a trick with fairies when your power is reminiscent of faerie glamour and also your name is Glam.'"

"That too," she snickers. "Bad luck that this was my introduction to you."

"Mmhm. I might also ask for your help figuring out how to make people expect the right things without my telling them."

"Sure. I'm happy to help."

"Good!"

Ask questions of whom, might the PHQ inquire?