Warren's mother was glad to see Alex. Alex knew this because of the way she was embraced the moment she entered the kitchen.

"We have to get you something to eat," Mrs. Peace said immediately.

With that, she steered Alex by the shoulders and pushed her down to a seat at the table with significant strength. Alex rubbed her shoulder wearily and looked up at Warren's looming form in the corner.

"Super-Strength?" she mouthed.

He shook his head and looked amused. He made to open the refrigerator door, but his mother slapped his hand away. He flinched under her glare.

"What do you think you're doing?" She scolded, "You will sit at the table while I make lunch."

Warren looked annoyed but sat down grumpily. Alex smiled oddly at him from across the table.

"What?" He asked when she went ten minutes without doing anything else but smiling at him.

She continued to stare at him with her unusual little smile on. Ellie had been in the bathroom, and ran into the room excitedly right then.

"Hey Sissy what's for--" She stopped mid-sentence when Alex showed zero facial response.

Odds were that any other little girl would have asked what was going on, or started laughing at the very least. Ellie, being related to Alex, looked in between the two staring contest participants for only a moment before fixing Warren with a blank staring smile nearly identical to her sister's.

"What?!" Warren exclaimed, now seeing the four-year-old joining in the madness.

The kitchen swung open and Mrs. Peace walked in.

"Don't yell, Warren," she reprimanded.

"Yeah Warren, use your indoor voice," Alex said, still smiling eerily.

"Yeah Warren, use your indoor voice," Ellie imitated.

Warren looked a little freaked out. It was completely surreal how alike they were. His mother continued scurrying around the kitchen preparing something, completely unaware of the silence that had befallen the table. After a while, Warren narrowed his eyes. Across from him, Alex and Ellie both narrowed their eyes as well. He moved right and their eyes followed him. He moved left and the same happened. There were several more moments of awkward silence.

"What--" he started.

"What--" Alex started.

"What--" Ellie started.

Mrs. Peace continued taking no notice.

"How?"

"How?"

"How?"

Warren got up. So did Alex and Ellie. Warren sat down again. So did Alex and Ellie. Warren ducked under the table. So did Alex and Ellie. Warren tapped his head while rubbing his stomach. So did Alex and Ellie. Warren rolled his tongue. So did Alex and Ellie. Warren winked.

"ARRGH!"

"HA!"

Alex glared at Warren from across the table, arms folded across her chest moodily. Ellie looked angry for a second too, but soon gave up and went to see what was for lunch.

"You can't wink?"

"Maybe," Alex answered shortly.

Warren's mom and Ellie both left the kitchen to get something. Alex twisted her mouth around a bit and examined the ceiling.

"So…what is your mom's super-power?" She asked.

Warren shrugged.

"Same as mine."

Alex nodded.

"Uh-huh."

There was more awkward silence. Warren's mother and Ellie returned to the room.

"Warren," Mrs. Peace said, "I thought maybe we might have your friends over for dinner…you know, Will, Layla, and the others? It would be nice for them to see Alex; everyone's been so worried."

Warren didn't react to her at all. Alex thought it was rude for a moment that he wasn't answering his own mother, until Mrs. Peace just kept on speaking on her own.

"I thought maybe you could all go out back or something—we have such a nice yard, and you never seem to use it—maybe you could play football or have some kind of contest or something. We could invite Will's parents, too…"

She kept up a steady stream of spoken thoughts, clunking around pots and pans as she talked. No one could honestly say they were listening at this point.

"Just as long as it isn't a staring contest," Alex said evilly, "'Cause we all know who'd win that one."

She grinned smugly at Warren, who rolled his eyes but barely reacted otherwise.

"Guess it can't be a winking contest either," Warren started slowly, "because we all know who would win that one."

Alex's glare could've melted ice from across the table.