AN: What's a Spy x Family story without the Forgers? Exactly! Why don't we get to fixing that.

If you've been reading/waiting for this moment, I thank you for your patience.

Human Dictionary.

"Family ooting with Beck-y!" "Family ooting with Beck-y!"

From the living room, Lloyd and Yor Forger watch their daughter Anya as she excitedly sings, squirms, and kicks her legs back and forth in anticipation and glee. In less than half an hour, the three of them would be joining Ms. Blackbell at the grand opening of the Bondman Café.

"I know you're excited Anya, but please keep the volume down for the neighbor's sake." Lloyd reminds her. "And the word is pronounced 'outing.'"

"'Kay!" the girl replied before promptly going back to humming her tune.

As Yor giggles, Lloyd allows his lip to curl upward in a small smile as he looks at the pile of schoolwork on the table. Four days ago, the results of Anya's midterms as a second-year student had been posted, and while Lloyd Forger husband father and doctor at Berlint General Hospital was proud, Twilight the top agent of WISE was a different story.

To put it in short, Anya's grades plateaued. Last year's finals saw her overall academic standing skyrocket from 213th place to 168th as well as a third Stella (the first of which she received for academics). Much of the credit for this development came in great part via the efforts of their new neighbors the Authens, particularly Sigmund who found a way to make learning seem fun for Anya. And while their tutoring sessions continued into her second year, the fruit of their works yielded a nominal nudge upward overall with Anya's academic standing coming in at 163rd overall and third place in Classical Language (which as far as subjects go, was proving to be her wheelhouse). Instead, this time around it was Becky Blackbell who hit the jackpot when it came to obtaining a Stella.

*{It's times like this I wish 'the Forger Family' was its own organic unit, and not something WISE concocted for World Peace.}* Lloyd thought to himself. *{And this on top of the fact that she hasn't gotten a single Tonitrus bolt so far, I know I should be proud and want to be…still, Operation STRIX rests solely on Anya becoming an Imperial Scholar. And I know for certain Damian isn't the type to rest on any laurels…}*

*{Papa seriously needs to unwind.}* Anya thought to herself from the other room as she looked at the clock. The big hand seemed to take its time resting on the giant 9 while the little hand just as lethargically hung inches away from the seven. 6:45pm didn't just seem to go agonizingly slow but freeze outright!

"Ugh. This is what I get for telling time." Anya moped as she watched her dog Bond 'borf' sadly in agreement.

"Agent Bond!" She suddenly gasps. "I forgot to give everyone the debrief!"

(in her room)

"Ok." Anya said gruffly as she waved around Agent Chimera before a collection of stuffed playthings. "Agent Anya has a special run-DEE-voo with Becky, and Agents Mama and Papa are tagging along. So the rest of us are holding things down at P2."

Chimera 'turns' to Agent Lion, the most recent toy Anya acquired and as such, P2's most recent recruit.

"Agent Lion."

"Yes!"

"You're new here, so you're teaming up with Agent Penguin. He's battle-hardened and knowledgeable."

"Hello Agent Lion." Anya said as her penguin toy salutes with his flipper. "It's a pweasure to be assigned with you."

A crisp knocking noise brings Anya back to earth.

"Five minutes to seven." Yor says sweetly.

"Alright. You have your assignments. World Peace is in your hands, or paws, or...flippers. Good luck." Anya said quickly as she quickly bolts back into the living room to await the arrival of Becky Blackbell.

From the backseat of the family limousine, Becky Blackbell stared out the window watching the city pass by on their way to 128 Park Avenue. While more reserved than her pink-haired classmate, she too (inwardly) found herself brimming with enough joy to power a ten-block radius. From the driver's seat, Martha smiled to herself as she pretended to adjust the rearview mirror. A proud grin slowly forming on her face as she stared back at her charge.

(Earlier)

Edward Blackbell thought he found the perfect reward, a 1500 Dalc gift card to Pret-A-Porter.

"And what's more." He continued. "The actress who plays Penelope in that show you like? Berlint in Love. Well, a little bird told me she's releasing her own clothing line exclusively at Pret-A-Porter in two weeks time…(he pulls out two lanyards upon which hang a pair of red rectangles with the store logo)… and dropped off in the process."

But to his surprise, Becky's joy over what her father's efforts at commemorating the latest Stella Star she had earned were brief. Instead, the girl's eyes darted toward the wastepaper basket where from the corner of her eye she saw a brightly colored brochure with a profile of Bondman which she gently picks up.

" 'The Brazen Corporation invites you to a special preview of our latest attraction; the Bondman Café.'" Becky read aloud. "'Based on the popular Spy Wars Franchise, guest will be treated to not only an immersive dining experience but a three-course dinner (appetizer, entrée and dessert as well as unlimited drinks and a goodie bag) for you and three others on the 21st…"

"Ah, that's Seamus Brayzen for you; his company sent that over trying to get some Spy Wars café franchised." He said giving it a crumple. "I think his son is in your grade too-"

Becky clears her throat holds out her hand. It takes a while for Edward to do the math as he glances from the scrunched up advert and the dead serious, almost tombstone like, look on his little girl's face.

"Wait, this interests you?" Edward inquired.

"No. But I have a friend at school who tried her best this term…"

(Present)

Despite Martha's insistence she remained dignified, Becky raced up the stairs on her way to the Forger's apartment. With a series of feverish knocks, the door opens and she finds herself greeted by none other than Yor.

"Becky." She says with a beam. "A pleasure."

While cordially acknowledging Mrs. Forger's greeting, Becky's eyes dart into the house and land on Lloyd. In the year or so since her last visit, Becky's feelings for her best friend's dad had started to mellow out; sure he did inspire palpitations and would always be the standard of measurement by which she judged the men who'd one day woo her. But as far as the whole 'stealing him from Yor' game was concerned, she lost to the best.

"Becky!"

Before she could speak. Anya enveloped the girl into an almost bone-crushingly tight hug.

"Thank you for taking us to the Bondman Café. It's so COOOOOOOOLLLL!"

"Yeah. I figured it'd be something you'd like." She said trying to come off as mature. "Besides, I know how hard you pushed yourself, especially in Classical Language. But that Arnold Crowley is something else."

"He's full of himself."

As the two girls chatted, Martha greeted Lloyd with a firm and professional bow and a small gift, as per the custom of Blackbell Heavy Industries. Placing the bag on the table by the door, Lloyd then locked up the apartment for the night and they all went off on a grand evening.