Nathalie said yes.
Ella was over the moon and couldn't stop bouncing in her seat as the car drove to the music studio. Adrien chuckled as he watched her grow even more excited, animatedly talking about what songs she could sing or put on an album. He was thrilled she was so happy about this, and willing to let her songs be heard by other people. And the teen was glad Ella was in good spirits, especially after last night.

~
Patrol was going well, the city quiet as the moon crept into the sky. The trio had just reconvened at the top of the Eiffel Tower when Ladybug fixed on Raven with that same glare from the Animaestro fight.
"You're hiding something, Raven." She said, crossing her arms. Raven frowned at her tone, mirroring her stance. Cat's eyes moved between his female teammates warily, ready to jump in if the pair got into it.
"I was not hiding it. I was testing my theories to make sure it wasn't a rare occurrence."
"Make sure what isn't a rare occurrence?"
"...my powers have evolved, in response to the changing situation with Hawk Moth. My kwami has spoken about this- that our powers are only limited to our own limits- and to better complete my duties as a Miraculous user, my powers have changed. I can now see when an akuma has been released, and I no longer can transform into a bird. My power is now an 'akuma spotter', my kwami calls it. I call on my power and a shadow raven is created, then it flies over the villain and is able to tell what the akumatized object is. That's how I knew the akuma was in the mask yesterday."
"That hardly seems fair." Ladybug's words made Cat bristle, drawing him up to Raven's side.
"Then take your complaints up with the Guardian, LB. Powers evolve- it's not my fault yours haven't."
"Okay!" Cat quickly cut in, taking Raven's hand as Ladybug's face grew angry, "I think Paris is good for the night, so we're gonna go! Night, LB!" The feline hero pulled Raven to the railing and pulled her into his arms, leaping away with his staff clicking against the rooftops.
The pair was silent as they made their way back to the Agreste home, landing in Adrien's room on silents steps.
"Claws in/Touch the ground." The chorused and met each other's eyes as their suits vanished, leaving them in their civilians forms.
"Don't start with me. She's been antsy on me since Hawk Moth first appeared- before that even." Ella spoke, crossing her arms as Kiismet floated up to sit on her head.
"You two need to work together, and that includes not being snippy. Be the better person, Elle- if she's gonna be petty, then be kind. Like you said with Marinette."
"...I hate it when you're right."
"But you love me~" Adrien smirked, pulling her close and nuzzling his nose into her cheek.
"That I do, chaton~"
~

Adrien sighed silently. Last night had been tense between the girls and he could only hope they'd put it behind them for the next attack. He knew Ella- and in turn, Raven- would be kind rather than petty, but she still wouldn't let Ladybug behave like a child who didn't get a new toy. Or at least, he hoped she wouldn't.

Ella sighed annoyed as she flipped through her journals, trying to find something that would work as the third song for the EP album; Evelyn to her right and Adrien across the studio working on some homework. The studio exec was adamant about 'Period' being the first song, and then Ella wanted to do a slower song so she picked 'Wanderer's Lullaby'. But the third one, was proving to be a problem. Nothing was seeming to fit with the unconscious theme of 'Think Positive', and Evelyn wanted to get the three-song album recorded by the end of the visit.
Huffing, Ella shut her journal and sat back against the chair. She couldn't find anything in there that she wanted to do! There were a couple songs that could work but they were unfinished and she couldn't write something that quick that would be decent. With a groan, the noirette rolled her head to the side to stare at her boyfriend, hoping some inspiration would hit her if she stared at him long enough.

As she watched him, the world seemed to tune out. The noise from Evelyn in the background and the scratching of Adrien's pencil on the paper turned to white noise as Ella watched the blond. A smile crept onto her face as the teen seemed to sense her eyes on him and he looked up, their eyes meeting. Adrien stood, moving his homework to the side and walked over to Ella, wrapping his arms around her shoulders from behind.
"Brain stuck on reboot?" He joked, kissing the top of her head.
"Just a bit. I can't think of a third song and Evelyn wants to get everything done before we have to leave." Adrien hummed in response and nuzzled his nose against her cheek.
"I'm sure you'll think of something. You always do, ma belle~" Ella blushed pink, turning her head and pressing a kiss to Adrien's lips.
"What would I do without you, chaton?" She mused, before the wheels in her brain started to turn. Ella shifted, slightly sitting up in Adrien's arms.
"...Wait... without you...!" Ella sat up fully and dug through her bag, fervently looking for that familiar stack of sheet music. Mrs. Archambault had given her back completed assignments, and Ella was praying that particular song was in there.
"Got it!" Ella called triumphantly, brandishing the music sheets high. Both Adrien and Evelyn stood straight at her declaration, curious as to what she meant.
"Miss Evelyn- would it be okay to use this song?" Ella stood and almost ran over to the woman, holding the papers out for her to look at. Taking the papers, Evelyn read over the music before her eyes traveled to Adrien.
"A duet on the EP album? You're sure?"
"Yes ma'am!"
"Alright- that works for me! Let's get to recording!"

Marinette smiled as she kneaded bread beside her grandfather. It was her father's birthday and all she wanted was for her grandfather to come and celebrate with them. So the blunette had taken up the disguise as a flour delivery driver in the end and managed to get inside. She convinced the man she was a flour delivery intern, working her way around the small home. The most she learned was that her grandfather was horribly old-fashioned, going on and on about how everything modern was "not how it's done"... and soon Marinette had challenged that she knew how to knead the dough better than him. Rolland had accepted and now the pair were working side-by-side.
The two kneaded their separate loaves, when Rolland paused and picked up a small round container.
"See this yeast? It's been grown for over two-thousand years by my family, ever since my indomitable ancestor, Loafamix the Gaul. We used to make bread in a small Armorican village, fell alongside Vercingétorix. To be precise, he was my great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-" Rolland paused, scratching his head, before he started counting with his fingers, "Great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather!"
"Phew... that's a lot of greats!" The man ignored the comment, continuing with his story.
"But the Romans won. Poof!" He slammed his fist into his other hand, startling Marinette, "And started putting vegetables and cheese on their bread!" Marinette had to hold in the cringe at her grandfather's miming of sprinkling cheese on bread, "lulu lululu! And now it's pizza! Bleh, bleh, bleh bleh bleh!" Rolland faked spat out the invisible pizza, making Marinette frown.
"I like pizza!"
"You like pizza? You, Germaine, like pizza?!"
"Yes, I do."
"Oh! She likes pizza! Oh! But that's not how it's done! You don't put cheese and tomatoes on bread dough! It's just like my son, and his wife, who got it into their heads that adding rice to the dough, would make the inside of the bread lighter! That's not how it's done!"
"But what if it's really yummy? Have you ever tried your son's bread?" So that was it? Her grandfather doesn't visit her father anymore because they changed how they make their bread?
"Tata, tatata! No need, I already know it's not going to be good. Making bread with rice flour. That's. Not. How. It's. Done!"
"Well, I think it's creative." Marinette stated, turning her gaze back to the dough under her palms.
"How?" The older man muttered, turning back to his own dough. Silence persisted for a few seconds before the family history bit too much at Marinette's mind and she opened her mouth again.
"So, your son's a baker, then?"
"I don't have a son anymore. Not since he betrayed me."
"What, just because he put rice in the bread dough?"
"That's. Not. How. It's. Done!" Rolland bit out through clenched teeth. Marinette frowned for a moment before an idea popped into her head.
"If my bread comes out tasting as good as yours, will you agree to do just one thing for me?"
"Why? What do you want me to do?"
"Are you a baker, or a nosy detective?" Marinette smirked, using the line he gave her earlier in the visit.
"Ha! Your bread won't be as good as mine anyway." Her grandfather put his hand out, letting Marinette shake it. They began kneading again. As she worked, Marinette couldn't help but think of the song her father had been humming in the bakery this morning before she left for school.
"La la, lala lala, lalala." She hummed and gently sang, her mind drifting to Ella as she did so. Maybe the noirette could teach her a song or two! But she remembered where she was when her grandfather started talking.
"That song... that's the song my son and I used to sing when we were... kneading... dough! There's no way you could know that song. Un- Unless- Unless you're- But no, that- that's impossible!" Rolland turned to face her, and Marinette removed the delivery cap she had been wearing.
"Yes, I'm your granddaughter, Marinette."
"You're... my granddaughter? Liar! I don't have a granddaughter! Betrayal! Deceit! It's just like adding new ingredients to bread! Deceptive! That's not how it's done!" The man threw a fit, diving forward and started pushing her out of the kitchen, "Shoo! Get out! Get out! Out with the liar!"
"No! I'm not leaving, not until you've tasted my bread. You promised you would." Marinette dug her heels in, only allowing the man to get her as far as past the doors to the kitchen.
"Hoh! You want to stay here? Stay here then!" And just barely missing her, Marinette watched the kitchen doors slam shut. With a huff, Marinette banged her fist on the door, calling through the door.
"Whether you like it or not, you are my grandfather! And today's your son's birthday, don't you want to see him again?"
"La la la, I can't hear anything! La la, lala la! Don't look at me like that. She shouldn't have lied to her grandfather. I mean, to her not grandfather. And her bread. I bet her bread is as terrible as her father's." Marinette heard her grandfather through the door, talking and slamming what sounded like the oven door. Ugh, this did not got the way she had wanted it to. Why didn't her 'Ladybug' luck work when she was Marinette?

"Hmm. I can smell the bread that's being baked with flames of fury. A perfect recipe for my akumas. Fly away, my little akuma, and evilize him!"

Ella froze as her and Adrien moved to get into the car, her vision going black and a faint image coming to fruition. That stupid little butterfly was floating on the breeze... and Ella didn't recognize the street or the house.
"Elle?" Adrien's voice drifted into Ella's ears as the vision faded and the car came back into sight. Grey eyes moved to green and the silent message was passed: there was another akuma on the loose.
Ella wanted to dart off, but Nathalie's voice calling from the car made the pair halt and begrudgingly get in- they would have to go after the akuma once they were on their own.

Rolland slammed his hands down on his kitchen counter, still angry over what the girl had said.
"That's not how it's done by the Dupain, the proud descendants of 'Loafamix the Gaul.'"
He picked up the canteen of yeast- so treasured by his family! How dare they change how it's been done?!

"Bakerix, I am Hawk Moth, and I see that you're hungry for power. Well I'm giving you the ability to serve punishments to anyone who doesn't do things like they should be done!"
"Of course! Would you like a butter croissant or a baguette to go with that?"
"No! In return I want the Miraculous of Ladybug, Raven and Cat Noir, three offenders who don't know how it's done. So show me."
"You can count on me, Hawk Moth."

Marinette could hear the conversation, panicking. She banged on the door, calling out to her grandfather... when the door was knocked off its hinges and knocked Marinette across the room.
"There is no grandpa. I am Bakerix, and anyone who doesn't do things the way they should be done, will be served my indomitable wrath! Soon, Paris will look like it did before the modern world took over!" The amalgamation of bread villain (Marinette had to question Hawk Moth's idea choices sometimes) laughed, as he drank from that familiar yeast canteen.
"No! Grandpa!" Marinette cried, her eyes going wide as the villain's bread muscles expanded. He broke through the walls of the house, and leapt out into the city. The blunette stood tall as Tikki zipped out of her purse and floated beside the teen's head.
"We'll finish the baking later!" Marinette decided, running into the kitchen and turning off the oven. Once everything was good to go, she turned to her kwami.
"Tikki, spots on!"
**