Adrien Agreste wasn't poor. He never had been. He was a physics teacher and his wife a successful fashion designer that was slowly but surely rising in fame, so money wasn't the issue. Maybe he didn't have as much as he did when he was young and living off his millionaire father's money, but it's not like he needed it. He had a nice and cozy house near Marinette's parents, the smartest, most sexy and beautiful wife and three beautiful children that, sure, were driving him crazy sometimes, but all in all he couldn't be happier.

And even if he could use the money every now and then (especially when Marinette got pregnant with Emma while still in University) he wouldn't. He was too proud for that and he guessed his wife felt the same. When he and Mari discovered who Hawkmoth was, after a long and ferocious battle which they won, the police detained his father and the court sentenced him to jail, all of Gabriel Agreste's fortune was passed down to Adrien.

"No," he had said at that time. "I don't want anything of his." His voice was shaking, but Marinette's hand on his arm was the only thing keeping him together. Later on they gave their Miraculouses back to Master Fu. There were a lots of tears, but since Hawkmoth was defeated and the butterfly brooch lost somewhere in the Seine, Ladybug and Chat Noir weren't needed anymore.

It was a horrible day.

And now, fifteen years later, life seemed great. They were both happy in their ordinary lives. He gazed lovingly at Marinette, who was standing by the counter mixing cookie dough. He was sitting at the dining table, looking for something on the notebook, but for sweet life couldn't concentrate. His mind was feeling nostalgic today.

A month ago someone found the Butterfly Miraculous. The one they thought was lost forever. Suddenly Mariposa appeared and Paris fell back into the habit of everyday's akumatisations. Which meant that Ladybug and Chat Noir's Miraculouses were needed again. For a second he and Mari hoped that they would be chosen again - they really missed Tikki and Plagg - but they quickly realized that it was time for someone new. And that's exactly what happened. Suddenly Ladbug and Chatonette appeared, they worked well together and he with Mari watched nostalgically everyone of their fights.

God, what was he supposed to be doing? He shook his head to clear his mind and clicked on the internet icon.

Like it was said, Adrien wasn't poor. But they also didn't have enough money to not notice when hundreds of euros were disappearing from their bank account every week. Marinette first suspected an identity theft, but people from the bank quickly disregarded that idea and told them that the payment order came from Emma's computer. From their thirteen-year-old Emma's computer. How she knew the password was beyond him, but he and Mari agreed they needed to talk to her about it. But first he had to find out what she bought.

But the bank websites were always so confusing. His brain whined and he couldn't say it wasn't right. After almost thirty minutes he finally managed to find what he was looking for, but he wasn't any wiser.

Because it said that Emma ordered seventeen kilos of Camembert. Seventeen kilos!

Why would she order cheese?

…

…

Oh, of course!

"Princess?" He called calmly to the kitchen. "Emma is Chatonette."

Marinette Agreste wasn't one of those parents that get angry easily. She could even say she was very understanding.

But what was enough was enough!

Because nobody endangers her little girl!

When Adrien told her the news she took them pretty well. She nodded, smiled and brought Emma a whole loaf of cheese bread but inside she was fuming. But she didn't let it show. She wasn't angry at Emma after all. No, she was actually very proud. It's not everyday that an ex-Paris-saving-superheroine learns that her daughter is a current Paris-saving-superheroine.

There was someone else she was furious with and the next day before work she knocked on the door she knew so well and didn't even wait for "Come in!" before she barged inside.

Master Fu was sitting on the pillow in the middle of the room and slowly drinking his freaking tea. "Ah, Marinette. What an unexpected…"

Marinette didn't even let him finish before she started yelling. "What the hell is wrong with you! Why did you give my daughter a Miraculous? Do you think I don't worry enough as it is?" She was standing above a sitting man and looking down at him she noticed he looked a bit surprised, even though he quickly changed his expression she saw it and realized what the surprise meant.

"You didn't know who she was? Oh my god, you didn't know! Do you even do background checks!? Or do you just put yourself in mortal danger and wait for someone to save you!? Seriously!? Because son of Hawkmoth I can understand but how you pulled off giving Emma a Miraculous without finding out she's our daughter is beyond me." Marinette was breathing quickly and her cheeks burned red from anger. Master Fu was shamelessly watching her but didn't dare to say anything. Wyazz was floating awkwardly near the wall.

Three or four calming breaths Marinette finally calmed down enough, to say the rest without yelling. Master Fu opened his mouth to say something her hand quickly stopped him. "No, don't talk! Do not say a word. If something happens to Emma, the only thing that will go out of your mouth will be your teeth." She threatened and the old man in front of her wisely kept quiet.

"Now, that's all I wanted to say." Marinette suddenly brightened and hugged him. "It's so nice to see you again, Master Fu. And Wyazz! Hi, Wyazz! I missed you." She gestured for him to join their hug and the kwami fearfully approached the bluenette, who switched back from the raging mother to the nice girl he remembered. For a few minutes they were just hugging each other, before Marinette's eyes found the clock on the wall.

"Shoot, I'm running late. Oh God, I'm so late!" Within seconds she was out of the door, yelling: "It was nice to see you!" and running towards the offices of Patrience where she worked as a senior designer.

Master Fu and his flying turtle were standing in the room, bewilderedly watching the door and neither of them able to speak. In the end it was Wyazz who finally broke the silence. "You know, Master. Background checks aren't such a bad idea."

Bewildered Master Fu could only nod.

Plagg the embodient of destruction wasn't lazy. He just all in all didn't care! Sure, he cared about all of his kittens, but as long as they were healthy and were giving him cheese why should he? It only made the parting harder in the end. It was hard enough as it was. Or maybe it was because he still missed Adrien that he didn't pay attention. Whichever it was Plagg was sure it wasn't his fault. But he was also sure, that Tikki will think the exact opposite.

Even though he still missed his last holder, he had to admit that the current one was growing on him pretty quickly. She was smart, witty and didn't talk about her crush all the time which he appreciated. Even though she did have one, she rather kept it as her little secret and didn't talk about it. She was maybe a bit clumsy but, well, nobody's perfect, right? And the whole superhero thing was helping her get more stability and not fall on her face every second minute.

Oh, right! He remembered another thing that annoyed him. She was so honorable it was painful. She was all about: being honest, saving others and giving them second chances, third chances, seventy-eighth chances,... She was an even weirder version of Adrien. So nice to everyone it hurt. But on the other hand it meant that she gave him everything he asked for and never even thought about denying him cheese, so who was he to complain?

He was just eating when he heard a loud crash from the street, some screaming and yelling "I'm Revenger I want to take revenge on everyone who wronged me." Plagg rolled his eyes. He never thought he would say this but Hawkmoth's akumas had more style than Mariposa's. He looked back to his kid and saw that Emma was standing up, ready to transform.

He gave her his best kitten eyes he could manage. "Can this wait until I eat this? This art of all things edible will get stale."

Emma raised eyebrows.

"Okay, okay," he caved in.

Emma gave him a sweet smile. He had no idea how did she manage to wrap him around her little finger but she did. "Alright," she said. "I promise, I'll give you cheese later, but for now we have to save those people. Plagg, claws out!"

The next thing Plagg knew he was in Emma's room again and she was sitting on her bed with wide eyes, watching the carpet and occasionally mumbling something along the lines "I didn't intend to. How does he even know? Why? How? What the hell?"

Contrary to the popular belief kwamis didn't remember what happened when they were transformed, so Plagg was a little lost here without the context.

"What happened with the akuma?" He asked, because this was getting a bit ridiculous.

Emma only shook her head. "I honestly have no idea…"

"Then with Ladbug?" What? Did he reject her or what? Those two were even more oblivious than Ladybug and Chat used to be.

"No…"

Plagg was getting annoyed. "Then what happened that caused you to look like… this?" He gestured towards her with his little paw.

"My dad knows." Emma whispered and without his cat ears he would never be able to hear her. "He saw me transformed in my room and called me Emma. Oh God! He called me Emma. He called Chatonette Emma!" She was panicking.

Plagg froze. This… could be a problem. Most parents weren't happy when they found out their children were crime-fighting vigilantes. Even though the way Emma described them they sounded perfect and understanding, Plagg had his doubts. After all, he never saw them. Everytime Emma interacted with them in the last month he was fast asleep in her bag. Actually he was asleep most of the time when he wasn't directly speaking to Emma or eating. Oh, sweet life…

His blonde holder was wheezing as the panic overtook her. He grabbed her nose (because everything else was too big for him to grab) and forced her to look at him. "Kid, tell me exactly what happened. You panicking and me not knowing a thing isn't helping anyone!"

He stared into her blue eyes for a few seconds before her chest started slowing down. The blonde girl opened her mouth several times but no voice came out, until finally: "Dad says hi."

Of all the things Plagg expected this wasn't it. He only asked: "What?"

"I transformed and was about to jump out of the window when dad opened the door. I froze and started thinking about how to get myself out of that one but he said that it's okay. Then he told me to be safe, called me Emma, told me to tell Plagg, well, you that he says hi and closed the door again. A… And then I might have fainted..." Emma's eyes widened once again. "H-how did he know it was me? And how did he know your name? I thought it was supposed to be a secret? I certainly hadn't known about you before I put on the ring. Do other people usually know names of magical flying beings?"

She was panicking again, but Plagg was too busy with his own thoughts to help calm her down again. It wasn't possible. How did her father know him?

"Kid? What's your name again?"

Emma told him.

"Emma Agreste."

Agreste, Agreste,... Agreste!

Shoot. He should had payed more attention. Tikki's not gonna let go of that one for at least another century.

Emma was still panicking, muttering: "I know I'm not supposed to reveal my identity but I couldn't help it and I think that my dad is trustworthy and I'm really sorry and he won't tell anyone, well, maybe mom. Oh God, dad will tell mom and she will be so worried about me she won't let me be Chatonette again and then Mariposa will win and the world will be ruled by evil and then the world will end and it will be all because of me!"

"Huh? What? Yeah, probably." Plagg wasn't listening to her, because he was too excited. Adrien was in this house!

"Plagg!" The blonde girl whined. "You're supposed to say: Don't worry, dad won't tell mom. You're not supposed to agree with me!"

The black cat kwami was floating in the air with a big sappy smile. "Your mother is Marinette, right?" Emma nodded, too tired to even ask how he knew the name. "Then I have no doubts he'll tell her. She's too scary when she's angry."

Emma was slowly plunging into her existential crisis again, but before she could fully despair, he grabbed her hand and pulled the confused girl towards the door. "Come on, let's meet them properly!" The kwami exclaimed happily. He couldn't stop the wide smile on his lips.

Emma Agreste wasn't used to being confused. She was the smartest in her class, the oldest one of her siblings and a superheroine. Usually she knew what was going on.

But today proved to be different.

Plagg, her parents and she were sitting at the kitchen table talking about… Who knew? She definitely didn't. Her parents had goofy smiles on their cheeks and for some weird reason Plagg, who was mostly just scowling or singing odes to Camembert, did too.

They should be mad at her, shouldn't they? The easy answer was yes. But they didn't look angry. Maybe they were just hiding it, so, she would get a chance to explain everything and only then they would ground her until the end of this decade. They were so understanding! That's how much of a good parents they were! She loved them!

"Maman? Dad? I'm sorry, I didn't tell you, it's just… I couldn't. If you knew, Mariposa would go after you and…" She looked bashfully to the floor and her parents exchanged an understanding glance. "I know you're worried about me, but please! I have got to do this! I can't let Ladbug do this alone. I gotta help him! You can't take Plagg away."

Her mom reached out with her hand towards her. "Kitten, we understand…"

Emma quickly drew her hand back away from her mom's. "No! No, you don't because I have to do what I'm doing. Noone else can!"

"She's worse than you. Deaf and stubborn." Plagg uttered towards dad.

"Shut up!" He retorted.

But Emma was in panic mode right now and nothing could stop her. "I get that you're angry but I promise I'm not neglecting my school work and I make up for any missed lessons, not that I miss a lot of them. Not at all! Only like once, I swear! And you can punish me but I have to do this..." Finally she took a good look at her beaming parents and Plagg, who was trying and failing not to start laughing, yet occasional snickers were heard here and there. "You're… You're not angry?"

This time it was dad who answered. "We understand. We're proud of you. We've known for a while that you're Chatonette."

Emma got misty eyed that very second. "B-But how?"

Her dad grinned. "Well, we noticed that a lot of money disappeared from our bank account and we wanted to talk to you about it, but when I saw that it was an order of Camembert I immediately knew…" he gave Plagg a sligtly evil eye as the kwami whistled innocently. "Because there is only one being in the galaxy who can eat that much of a smelly cheese."

"Hey, Camembert is a food of gods! My ambrosia! My nectar! My reason to live!"

"Sure, it is."

"Yes! But you wouldn't know…"

Since this whole banter between her dad and her kwami was confusing her even more (How did they know each other? HOW DID THEY KNOW EACH OTHER?) she turned to her mom. "You're not angry?" She asked again to make sure.

Her mom gave her a kand smile. "Of course not, kitten. It's true that I'm worried about you, I love you. It's impossible not to worry. But I can't be angry at you because you stood your ground and helped protect the innocents."

Emma noticed that her dad and her kwami stopped their argument about tastiness of the cheese and were watching the girls expectantly. Her mom grabbed her hand and brought it closer to herself. "We love you. And we couldn't be more proud." Emma smiled. Her parents were even better than she thought.

"Plus I already yelled at Master Fu for that, so, I see no reason why to yell at you too." Marinette added and ignored her daughter's confused gaze (Oh, she probably didn't know the Guardian yet!). Adrien's eyes widened in shock and Plagg started another laughing fit. She almost felt sorry for poor puzzled Emma.

This must had been definitely a very confusing afternoon for her.