"E? Can I call you E? Edna? Miss Edna? Miss Mode?"
Edna rolled her eyes behind their thick frames, before plastering on a smile and turning to face the most irritating member of the Incredible family.
"Yes darling, what could you possibly want?"
"Why does Jack-Jack have so many powers? And why does Violet have two when I only have one? Mom and dad both have one, so how come Violet and Jack-Jack don't or how come I don't have 2 or 3 or-HEY WATCH IT!"
Dash was cut off by the swipe of a rolled newspaper. Edna Mode had attempted to slap his head off with the makeshift weapon, but Dash's natural speed and quick reflexes had him dodging it, even while he wasn't paying attention. He glared up at Edna, who was standing on a table in front of him, still grasping the aforementioned paper. She made no move to explain or apologize, opting to smile smugly at the boy as if she'd just proven a point.
"Sometimes, Dashiell, life hands you the short end of the stick. I should know, I'm 3ft 7." Edna started pacing as she lectured the young super. Dash simply stood in shock and fascination at the strange woman's actions. Usually she just ignored him or told him to go away when he asked her questions, but now she was actively engaging in conversation.
"You should be grateful," Edna continued, "and make the most of your gifts. How do you think I got into this business? I have an eye for style and a brain for genius darling, and I use them to my advantage."
Edna paused her pacing and stopped waving the newspaper around. She turned and looked Dash in the eyes for the first time that day. Those eyes, so similar to his fathers, were still swimming with confusion.
"You have more power than you know, boy." Edna spoke quieter now, and Dash, for once, stood perfectly still, hanging on her every word. "Instead of complaining about your siblings, you need to learn about your own powers and train your abilities to be the best you can be. I have seen speedsters before, Dashiell. You have more than a fast pair of legs; you're mind, reflexes, and healing are all accelerated."
Dash's eyes widened. "Really? I can do all that?" Edna narrowed her own eyes at Dash, annoyed with his rude interruption. Children were exhausting. First the baby, now the boy? Edna seemed to be doing all of the Parr's parenting, she mused. Next she'd be giving love advise to the blasted teenager. That's where Edna drew the line.
"As I was saying," Edna spat, effectively cutting Dash off, "with proper training...I could help you grow in your abilities."
"You're going to teach me?!" Dash practically shouted, his face covered in joy and disbelief.
"If it will stop your yammering and moping, then yes, I will teach you." Edna began to wonder how much she'd regret this decision when the speedster-in-training started asking a million questions.
"Pull yourself together, boy!" Edna called out above his torrent of words. "Rule number one: you get three questions per hour, Dashiell, use them wisely."
Edna had a feeling the list of rules would grow very long, very fast. On the bright side, she could test out new suits and weapons while training the boy, and perhaps as instill him with some discipline as well. With a small, but genuine smile, Edna lead the eager ten-year-old towards the doors leading outside. She grabbed a futuristic looking stopwatch on the way out. It could track times down to a trillisecond. After all, one cannot begin training without a baseline.