Breakfast that morning was such a delightfully chaotic affair that it made Padme feel like dancing. It reminded her so much of her childhood back on Naboo. While her family was a small one, with just her and her sister and their parents, they had always been inviting relatives to come and eat with them. Or neighbors too. And if they weren't inviting them over they were getting invites. That was just the way Naboo was. She had missed it terribly when she had become a Senator and begun calling upon her friends, such as Bail or Mon, to come and eat with her and Jar Jar every morning. She honestly wondered how Chancellor Palpatine could resist the invites… she always made them to him but he was so terribly busy that he always had to decline, sometimes at the very last minute.

But breakfast for Padme meant chaos. Many bodies moving around to first prepare the food and then join in with the consumption, followed by everyone working together to clean up and pack away everything to either be sent off to different homes or be donated.

So when she had learned that all the students were getting a day off after their internships to rest up before they headed back to UA Padme had decided that she wanted to have a massive breakfast for all her friends and family. Anakin had of course agreed and Obi Wan had quickly been convinced; Padme would never admit it but she had Obi Wan wrapped around her little finger, able to convince him to do things he normally wouldn't with a few choice words. Nemuri and Eri of course were delighted with the idea and had quickly volunteered to help out however they all could.

"Here you go," Padme said, lifting up Eri so she could more easily watch Obi Wan flip the pancakes he was making. She smiled as Eri stared in utter fascination; the little girl reminded her so much of her nieces and sometimes it hurt but other times it was a balm for her soul.

"These are ready to go in, Izuku!" Inko called out, waving her hand towards a platter of cinnamon rolls that she had just gotten done applying thick white icing upon. "3 minutes!"

"I remember!" Izuku called out with a grin as he easily grabbed the tray, spinning to avoid Hizashi who was dancing about the kitchen as he mixed the cream for the fruit. "Rex, take those sausage patties off the heat, they are almost done."

Rex, utterly bemused at being ordered about by his own student, did as he was told while Tenya and Tensei grabbed two platters of bacon and moved to set them on the table where Nedzu was talking with Ochaco. When Padme had found out the poor girl was living on her own she had… well, she was going to spring her first idea after breakfast but it had led to her second idea of inviting Ochaco over. With Izuku, Tenya, and Ahsoka all there it had been easy enough to convince the girl to join them. Nedzu had delighted in that as well; he had admitted that he would have liked to have offered an internship to Ochaco but felt that Ahsoka needed it more and that the gravity-controlling girl had done well with Mirko.

"Don't wait for us!" Padme called out as she moved with Eri around the table. "There will be more then enough food so go ahead and dig in if you are hungry."

"Thank you very much, Padme," Nedzu said. "But I think I will wait a bit."

"I won't!" Gran declared, happily grabbing a plate and working to pile it with sausage links and toast.

"You sure you are okay?" Padme asked, leaning to whisper in Yagi's ear.

"More than fine," he said with a smile. Not his normal heroic one… this one was more heartfelt and true. "I've… I've always wanted to have a meal like this. And yes-" he waved off her concern, "-I know I can't eat everything here. But very soon I will be able to." He glanced up at her and Padme patted him on the shoulder.

"What do you mean, sir?" Ochaco said only to blush. "I'm sorry, that was really forward of me-"

"It is fine," Yagi said with a polite chuckle. "I don't mind telling you! I am going to be going in for surgery."

"No," Eri said, at once burying her face against Padme's shoulder.

"Oh… oh sweetie," Yagi said, holding out his hands. Padme passed Eri over to him and while she cringed slightly looking up at Yagi she suddenly relaxed; Padme had a feeling it was Force thing, with the little girl detecting that Yagi was safe to be around. It was always hard to tell with Eri, even for Obi Wan and Anakin and Ahsoka, because Eri's shield were so strong that it was near impossible to tell when she was using the Force unless one could actually see her doing it. "This is good surgery."

Eri just stared at him, clearly not believing that and Padme ran her tongue over her teeth.

"See," Yagi said not just to Eri but to Ochaco, "I was in a villain attack a few years ago and it damaged my stomach… my tummy." He reached out and gently pressed a finger against Eri's belly, causing her to smile slightly at that. "It means I can't eat foods like you do. I have to have special drinks instead. But your Uncle Anakin has been working on something that will replace my stomach so I can eat again. So… today I can't eat any of this food. But I can enjoy the smells and I can decide what I want to try next time."

The little girl nodded at that, clearly pleased that Yagi wasn't talking down to her. That was also something Padme had noticed: she hated it when people thought, just because she was quiet and reserved, that she was dumb. Eri was VERY smart and didn't appreciate people thinking she was a dummy. Had Yagi tried to play a game, like having her explain what each food was, she would have gone along with it but been a bit sullen. Instead the two of them began to talk about Yagi's favorite foods from back when he could eat and if Eri had had them.

"We still don't know who held her?" Tensei asked, walking up to Padme and motioning for her to follow him so little ears didn't hear them speaking. "I could tell you were ready to begin tearing phone books in half."

Padme ALMOST said that she would have needed steel beams instead but caught herself; Tensei knew about Eri but not about her being Star Might. It was the risk with such a large gathering, as all of them had secrets and not every person was in on the same things. Those that knew that Eri wasn't actually Obi Wan and Nemuri's child. Those that knew Padme was Star Might. Those that knew that they were aliens. And she was sure there were secrets the others were keeping from her; she meant to ask Rex about it but Izuku kept glancing at her and when he'd see Yagi the first time his eyes had went so wide before he'd quickly schooled his features.

"We have no idea," Padme said. "She doesn't like to talk about that time but the snippets… she doesn't trust doctors at all. Recovery Girl sees her but that's only because apparently whoever had her used male doctors and never nurses. But drawing blood… Obi Wan and Anakin had to work together to keep her from hurting anyone. We have to be careful with what she watches… even if a cartoon as a doctor in it she can have a panic attack."

"Bastards," Tensei hissed in frustration. But then he suddenly went VERY pale. "Padme… you… you don't think…" She remained silent, seeing that he was clearly struggling with something. "Doctors and all that… you don't think whoever had her… were connected to the Nomu?"

Padme's own eyes went wide as the horrible vision of Eri strapped to a table, screaming as a doctor began to cut into her skull so he could expose her brain, others ready to mutate and twist her body-

Anakin suddenly was beside her, hugging her tight.

"Its okay… its okay…" he whispered and she dimly realized that Obi Wan had stopped cooking and Ahsoka had come in to stare at her.

Padme took several long, deep breaths.

'I'll kill them,' she thought to herself, remembering the poor broken forms she had seen at Hosu. She had demanded that the Hero Commission do all they could to try and identify the dead, to give their families closure. 'Whoever did this… connected to Eri or not… I'll kill them.'

~MC~MC~MC~

"Therapy, Skyguy?" Ahsoka asked as she dished out some hasbrowns upon her plate. While her diet was normally mostly meat she did like to mix it up with certain other things.

"Yeah," Anakin stated. "You all went through a lot, Snips. I think it would be good for you all."

"But I wasn't even in Hosu," Ahsoka argued.

"Right," he said, "but you were on the phones listening to police and firefighters and paramedics, people trained to deal with disasters, panicking because they didn't know what to do. You had to see that destruction. Tell heroes the needed to leave one place and go to another even though it might mean some people were injured and killed."

"I've been through worse," Ahsoka reminded him, annoyed that he was bringing this up in front of her friends. Sure, Anakin had said he wanted them ALL in therapy but she was better than that! She was a Jedi and a Hero and didn't need to… lie on a coach and discuss her feelings.

Anakin nodded. "Yeah. And that's on me for not getting you therapy sooner."

Ahsoka stared at him, shocked.

"Shame on the entire Council," Anakin continued. "And the Chancellor. They all should have seen that we all needed help. Each and every one of us. But especially the P… the students. You were too young to be out there." He looked at Rex. "We should have gotten therapy for you and your brothers as well."

"We're fine, Anakin," Rex said and it was still, even after all this time, odd to hear Rex not call Anakin "General". "Its what we were trained for."

"And I don't like that you were trained for it," Anakin said with a shake of his head. "No different than Ahsoka or Midoriya and Ida. We're supposed to be training heroes… not child soldiers."

"I am-"

"You are," Anakin said, cutting her off. "You were sent out too young… I was sent out too young. Obi Wan was sent out too young. We all were. We didn't get a childhood." He stabbed at a sausage. "I hate that you had to go through all of this, Ahsoka, just like I hate I had to go through it as well. But the least I can do is find some way to help you and I think therapy would be best for all the hero students."

Aizawa spoke up for the first time. "Even the ones that didn't end up in Hosu?"

"Yeah," Anakin replied. "They had to deal with radical changes just as much as Midoriya or Ida. Nemuri, how were things with Yaoyorozu?"

Nemuri shifted at that. "She… has issues-"

"She's sad, " Eri said, not looking up as she nibbled on one of the cinnamon rolls Mrs. Midoriya had made; she had quickly decided they were the greatest treat ever and Izuku's mother was now one of her most favorite people. "Everyone tells her to do things so she doesn't know what she wants."

"From the mouths of babes," Hizashi commented.

Nemuri sighed. "She's right though. It took all week for her to pick out some comfy clothes SHE likes and to her begin thinking about her own style. It was startling for her to be given so many choices."

Anakin looked to Rex. "And Aoyama?"

Rex grimaced but it was Izuku that spoke up. "Something… something is wrong about him. Something is off. He's… faking. I'm not sure what but he's faking something."

Tensei nodded. "I think therapy would do everyone good. Not just for the internships but the fact that they are training to be heroes. I honestly wish I had gotten more support when I was in school." He suddenly looked up, remembering that Nedzu was there. "I'm sorry, I-"

"Meant very word of it," Nedzu stated. "And you are quite correct. I think I will discuss it with Hound Dog… perhaps we will need to hire a few more councilors and aids for the school. Honestly it is too much for him to do on his own, with a school of our size and frankly the complexity. Hound Dog will remain the head of the department but giving him some assistants would be wise."

Ahsoka though didn't seem convinced. "Anakin, I don't need therapy. I don't. I have you, after all."

"I'm your guardian, Ahsoka. I can't be your therapist, even if I did have my degree."

Everyone stared at him, what he had said slowly sinking in.

"Anakin…?" Obi Wan said, surprised.

The Jedi Knight suddenly blushed. "I… I didn't want to tell anyone, until I made sure I was actually going to do it, you know? Didn't want to embarrass myself."

"Ani?" Padme said, just as startled.

"I… the reason I haven't been out doing as much hero work is I've been taking online classes. I want to get my degree and become a therapist." He quickly turned to Yagi. "I'm still hard at work on the artificial organs, don't worry! It just started as something to do when I needed some down time. I actually find it real relaxing-"

"My boy," Yagi said gently, cutting him off, "you have already fair succeeded my expectations in getting any of them ready. You have a right to a life beyond me. And you are finding a way to help others, which I think is quite wonderful." Padme for her part, reached over and squeezed Anakin's hand.

"Honestly… I can see it," Obi Wan said. "You were always one that wore their emotions on their sleeve so you understand how they can affect others. And your time with Hound Dog has taught you how to manage said emotions. You also have a natural drive to fix things but know that sometimes you can't make things how they once were… you merely need to figure out how to make them function as they are. I think that would all bode rather well for being a therapist."

"T-thanks, Obi Wan," Anakin said, smiling at his master.

Yagi learned back in his chair. "You know… sometimes I wondered what I would do if I were… well, if I hadn't worked with heroes." He slowly smiled, glancing at Nemuri and Hizashi. "I think… I think I would have liked to have been a teacher."

"…you, a teacher?" Aizawa said slowly. While Nedzu hadn't clued the staff in on All Might's condition Aizawa had quickly figured it out after seeing him. Figuring out Padme was secretly Star Might had let him put the pieces together. "You have no training."

"Well, of course I would have to have training!" the blonde said with a laugh. "No one would let me be a teacher with no experience!"

Nedzu chose to be VERY quiet.

~MC~MC~MC~

"How are your parents doing?" Obi Wan asked Ochaco as he began to nibble on some fruit. Breakfast wasn't technically over, as there was still plenty of food and no one was really cleaning up yet, but about half of the guests had gone off to walk off their meals or to have little side conversations. "I heard they got several contracts in Hosu…"

"Very well, Mr. Kenobi," Ochaco said with a grin. It quickly fell though as she hurriedly said, "I don't mean to be glad about the destruction, after all!"

"I know, I know. You have a right though to be pleased with how things have turned out for you, though. It is completely natural."

"Maybe… I wish it wouldn't have happened of course but now that it has I'm glad that my parents can benefit."

Obi Wan nodded at that. "You know… Midnight and I, being teachers and heroes, may have times where we need someone to watch Eri. Ahsoka is of course available but if you are interested in helping-"

Ochaco brightened at that. She knew that Obi Wan was really just trying to help her out, give her some extra spending money, maybe a home cooked meal… but she wasn't offended. Instead it made her feel all the better that he was willing to do that! It reminded her of how things had been back home, where everyone helped out each other without being open about it. You didn't give someone starving a meal, you just "happened to have some leftovers and they're going to go to waste". You didn't give someone money to help with the rent, you asked them to help on a project that you could do on your own but they would be a big help.

"Thank you. I'd love to." She watched as Eri and Izuku talking over something, she wasn't for sure what.

There was a sudden knock on the door.

"Wonder who that is?" Hizashi asked.

"Oh, could be anyone," Padme said casually. "I did invite more of the staff to come and have breakfast with us. Most said they had plans but maybe something fell through…" She went to the door and opened it with a smile.

Standing on the other side, looking like he was ready to bolt, was Snipe.

"Oh! I was wondering if you'd show up! Come in… come in!" Padme motioned for him to enter but Snipe was as stiff and still as a statue. "Snipe?" she asked again.

"I… I don't know… maybe this wasn't the best-"

The bag he had slung over his shoulder moved… and Padme's eyes nearly popped out of her skull as a small, VERY familiar green head with long ears suddenly popped out.

"Grogu…" Snipe moaned, going for what Padme's mind was screaming was a 'Baby Yoda' only for the little one to leap out of the bag, do a second flip the moment he landed, and launch himself onto the table. Ochaco lifted her plate as Grogu scampered past her, giggling as he moved towards the sausage patties and began to shove them hurriedly into his mouth. He didn't even bother to chew them, selecting to merely gulp them down whole. "Grogu, come on kid!" Snipe said, hurrying over to the table.

Grogu though, realizing that his caretaker was going to move him away from the food, held out his hand and sent a bowl of cream at him, splattering Snipe while he wrapped his pudgy arms around as much bacon as he could carry, leaping from the table and scurrying away. The adults suddenly leapt back, fearful of stepping on the tiny child, but Grogu easily darted around their legs-

And then he was in the air, little clawed feet kicking for a moment until he realized he'd been lifted up. He let out a whimper of frustration only to turn and lock eyes with Eri, who was focusing on drawing him to her with the Force. Grogu whumped into her and the little girl held him close, stroking his head and cooing to him as Grogu decided to just focus on eating his bacon.

Anakin slowly turned to stare at Obi Wan, who looked as shellshocked as him. Ahsoka was just opening and closing her mouth, no words coming out. Rex had actually been forced to sit down.

"So… I think we kinda need to talk?" Snipe said.