So far, Zoë was hitting all of her milestones, and Professor Professor and Doctor Doctor couldn't have been more proud. Professor Professor in particular went out of his way to make sure he never missed a moment. Every day, he'd come home to find Doctor Doctor recording Zoë trying to master a milestone on her iPhone. While the videos never came out as cinematically perfect as she liked to believe, Doctor Doctor could never bring herself to delete them. After all, that was her beloved daughter being depicted as a messy green-and-teal blur.

"Khorosho, milaya!" Doctor Doctor exclaimed. "Let's show your father what you were doing earlier, okay? Here we go." She took Zoë by both of her hands and lifted her up to her feet. The thirteen-month-old shakily moved her foot forward amidst her mother's cheers. "You see? Look at that! She's got the tiniest little feet. One of these days, she'll be running all on her own."

Zoë took two shaky steps forward and then another two steps.

Professor Professor let out a gasp. "That's my girl!" He knelt down and lifted Zoë up into his lap and into a big hug. "You got that, right?"

"Of course," Doctor Doctor replied. "Why wouldn't I? I just wanted to make sure you didn't miss anything while you were at work."

"Yes, I know."

"And with the Rat King running around and T.H.E.M. causing all sorts of mayhem and what have you, I'd hate for you to not be there for her when she needs you most."

"Yes, Susan, I know."

"Don't get snippy with me. I just want to make sure you're actually there for her and not getting held up with a mission or something. Work is one thing, being an absent parent is another."

"Alright, I get it!" Professor Professor quickly forced himself to calm down. "Never mind all that right now. At least I'm right here to see Zoë take her first steps, and that should be enough."

"You're right. It should be enough."

"Hey, get back here!" Doctor Doctor chased her little girl around the couch before scooping her up into her arms. "Gotcha! You're moving around way too fast, milaya. I swear, you're just like your dad sometimes."

Maggie amusingly shook her head. "I can't believe she's already crawling. You better stop her, Doctor Doctor. She's growing up too fast."

"I know. She's getting to be a big girl." Doctor Doctor promptly sat Zoë back down into her high chair. "She was still falling over just a few days ago, but now it seems she wants to be a little troublemaker and get out of my sight."

Maggie chuckled. "I get it. I really do. I remember when Crystelle was just like Zoë there. My little bird Chrissy used to get in all sorts of trouble when she started getting around. It didn't take long before I lost count of the times I got gobsmacked when she did cheeky things. I had to convince Lucy to get me and Chandler a leash and a harness so we could rein Crystelle in better."

"Not that we ever really needed the leash and harness, of course." Chandler cleared his throat. "Anyway, once Zoë figures out how to climb, you'll have to constantly stop her from climbing onto everything. Though I suppose that's something to expect considering she's your child, and she's probably got the best and worst of both worlds."

Maggie nodded. "Oh yes, definitely. I have a feeling you'll have to pick her up off of things soon, but you should be okay for now. While she's got both your genes and Professor Professor's genes, I doubt you won't be able to handle her."

"I can't tell if that's supposed to be reassuring or not," Doctor Doctor said.

Zoë just sat there, confused on why she suddenly wasn't on the ground anymore. She couldn't just stand up out of her seat and try to escape yet, however, so she tugged on the dress she was wearing and tried to pull it over her head instead.

"Zoë, no, keep your clothes on." Doctor Doctor sighed and pulled Zoë's dress back down. "We're not animals."

"No!" Zoë exclaimed.

Maggie just giggled. "Someone doesn't like wearing clothes."

"Actually, I'm pretty sure she just likes pulling on her clothes," Doctor Doctor replied while offering her daughter a toy to play with to entertain her. "It's just easier for her to pull off dresses, that's all. I swear, she's already a lot like Professor Professor. You know how he is. And, I guess, she's also like me to an extent."

"I'll say. The way you wreaked havoc on everyone when you were a baddie seems like nothing compared to what Zoë could easily be capable of."

"Even if that were true, I think she'd be no match for U.Z.Z. Besides, I don't think Professor Professor would let her get away with the same kind of crap I used to pull."

Speaking of Professor Professor, that was when he decided to come into the den after yet another long day at work.

Maggie beamed. "Oh, Professor Professor! We were just talking about you. How was work?"

"It was decent. Icelandic Cubicle assigned us a mission where we had to stop an infestation of killer butterflies before they could overrun the entirety of Kensal Town and suck everyone dry."

"What were the butterflies after?"

"Blood. These were blood-sucking butterflies, after all."

"I see." Maggie looked over to Doctor Doctor tending to Zoë in her high chair. "Well, it seems Zoë takes a lot more after you than she does your wife. She's given her quite a ruckus today."

"Has she now?"

"I'm serious. She tried to wrangle out of her clothes while she was in her high chair. You should've seen her."

"That sounds like something Zoë would do, alright."

Professor Professor and his landlady proceeded to continue with their conversation for the rest of her and her husband's visit. It seemed that, between the two of them, they had boundless stories to tell about their kids.