A/N: Hey everybody, long time no update, huh? I recently got bombarded with a bunch of stuff, so I wasn't able to write anything. But fear not! I'm back, with a special chapter! The prompt for this story is from WriterCat, who asked for a chapter in which Luke goes to a family therapy session, so, without further ado, I hope you enjoy!

"Professor…what's the point of this? Can't we all just sit down at the kitchen table and have a good ol' heart to heart talk?"

"My boy, this is only to help one of my fellow professor's students try her hand at an actual therapy session. Besides, it may be fun!"

Today was a day I had been dreading for the past month: "Family Therapy Workshop Day". The idea of me, Professor Layton and Flora all sitting together while someone asked us, "And how does that make you feel?," was highly unappealing. Sadly, there was no way out.

The professor's car pulled up to the school, and, reluctantly, I got out. Flora came up behind me. "Don't look so grumpy, Luke! Only a half-an-hour, then you're done!"

"Too long," I grumbled as we walked down the hall and to the room. After knocking on the door, we heard a faint, "Come In!" Professor Layton opened the door to the Chamber of Boredom (A name I'd thought up during the car ride). On the other side was a smiling girl of about 20, with blonde hair, a green dress and white heels. "Hello, everyone," she said with a voice so calm and smooth, it was obvious she'd rehearsed it multiple times. "I'm Alexia, pleased to meet you."

"Hello, Alexia," the professor smiled, "I'm Hershel Layton. This is my apprentice, Luke Triton, and my daughter, Flora Reinhold."

"Wonderful to meet you all," Alexia said, clapping her hands. "Now, why don't you have a seat and we can get started!" I walked over to the leather sofa, and immediately sank down into its too-soft cushions. Flora followed, sinking in beside me while the professor pulled up a chair.

"Why don't we start off with a basic question: what is your home life like?"

Flora's hand shot up. "I can answer that! Usually, the professor works on grading papers or a puzzle, Luke is helping him or doing schoolwork, and I experiment with new recipes!"

"Ugh," I grumbled, which didn't go undetected by Flora.

Her head spun towards me. Teeth clenched, she growled, "What did you just say?"

"U-G-H, another word for 'disgusting'. I'm sorry, Flora, but your cooking is awful. That's why Jacque Elmisuer kicked you out of his class and made me his top student." I let that last bit sink in, smirking at the grimace overcoming Flora's face.

The professor shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Children, let's not go at each other's throats here. Really I…"

"You know what, professor? You're just taking Luke's side, like always!"

Alexia looked very curious. "Mr. Layton, is this true?"

"Of course not—"

"Yes it is!" Flora protested as she stood up. "You and Luke always go prancing off on one of your secretive and dangerous adventures, while I get to sit home, cook, clean, and look pretty."

I snickered at the last part.

"Luke, your input's not needed!" Flora proclaimed, obviously ready to go off on a rant. Oh boy, I thought, shaking my head as she went back to grilling the professor. "Like I was saying: I'm always left out!"

Then came the famous question: "And how does that make you feel?"

"Oh my gosh, you are the first person to ask me that! You know, at times, it really does make me upset. But then I just take some deep breaths, bake a cake or two and just imagine myself on my own adventure…"

Professor Layton just sat there, blinking at Flora's confusing and cliché adventure dreams. I checked the clock, and groaned: fifteen minutes left.

Family Therapy Workshop day…gotta love it.

A/N: Well, hope you all enjoyed! Hopefully it's as good as you hoped, WriterCat, and for all of you who'd like to send me a prompt idea, I'd be more than happy to write it!

Goodbye for now,

~Lizz