Allison and Rowan
Allison felt as if she could safely say that all the Hargreeves currently in Madison Valley were grateful their father wasn't among them. It seemed that no mater how old they became, their father could still turn them into children the moment he laid eyes on them. No, Allison wouldn't want Rowan to have to meet the man that had, unfortunately, defined such a huge part of her life and sadly still did.
"I'm glad you don't have to know him," Allison replied honestly. "He wasn't a father by any stretch of the word and he didn't care about any of us. He just...wanted some stupid superhero squad." And they were never that. They were kids. Kids with powers that were way over their head a lot of the time.
Allison figured Rowan's response was enough of an okay to have them start moving towards the skating rink so that is where she started to head. Obviously, Rowan's question was a curious one because it was something that younger Allison would have had an easier time answering than older, more experienced and jaded Allison.
"Hm. That's tough. I feel like if you would have asked me that when I was your age, I would have an answer almost immediately, but now? It's much more difficult. I guess it would have been something like art or dancing. Or even how to garden, you know?" Allison had a taste of some of it in the sixties, but that wasn't quite the same thing.
"Or cook. Like you've been teaching me," Allison added with a smile. "And don't worry, you so won't be going down alone out there. I'll probably fall before you do."
At the mention of being exiled far away from her, Allison started to laugh. "That's a relief. I was worried I might have to find another place to live."