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(Hard Node: No ingredients from Asia, or The Americas.)

Also I do just like plain bread. So I can have nice plain bread and butter. But I think every culture with some form of dairy has a variant of that. Or plainly cooked beef with lots of salt. Everyone has salt.

speaking as a Balkan-American with Muslim family, I know personally that the question of whether or not one “counts” as European is not only personally painful, it leads to extreme violence - for Jewish people, and for other minorities in Europe. I know I would be very hurt and angry if someone who did not share my background said, casually, “if we count that as European” without context in an inter-community discussion with people who did not share my cultural knowledge.

I do not know your background. however, for people like me who are not, for lack of a better term, ethnically Jewish and did not grow up Jewish, I would strongly suggest that we, as converts who are welcomed into Jewish community but have different family backgrounds and histories, should not speak flippantly or casually about Jewish identity in Europe or elsewhere without appropriately contextualizing that history. even though we are religiously Jewish, and even though we may be able to speak knowledgeably about Judaism, I would strongly suggest we should not claim or appropriate the parts of Jewish history that are not ours, especially when we can instead point to scholarly Jewish sources that answer this question as complexly as it deserves. (first source: institute report; second source: podcast; third source: scholarly paper.)

Also my tenth anniversary as a Jew is this year, and I'd already been in contact with the community for four years before that. I suspect I've had a few more intra-community discussions than you.

And finally: I said this from the perspective that Europe should not get to claim Jewish food, especially when it then turns around and says it's proof that we're European, not near Eastern (less than a hundred years after they slaughtered us en masse for not being European).

It's very clear you're at stage zero, because you haven't yet learned to use your ears and eyes and brain before your mouth.

Beautiful artwork made with ink and watercolor. The extraordinary talent of the artists out there, whether in the fandom or not, keeps me alive and never ceases to impress me. I miss Arcane, Caitlyn and Vi so - SO - much and these are amongst the things that keep me going. Never stop loving, making art, interacting and sharing, Nation. 🫶🏼

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Danny is really grateful for the Waynes taking him in and all but it’s just… it’s really obvious they’re vigilantes. Do they WANT him to find out? Why?? To join their battalion?

Hell nah. He’s already got enough going on trying to keep in check the many shades in the city.

Danny simply pretends to be oblivious about the Waynes being vigilantes. That's a future Danny problem.

It turns into Kyle levels of denial, where he ends up pretending he thinks the vigilantes are actors hired by the city to cover up all the ghosts haunting Gotham.

And obviously, the city bases them on the infamously growing Wayne family. It's so sweet of the Waynes to volunteer to dress up as their character for public appearances.

Meanwhile, Bruce has banned outright telling Danny even though it's been nearly a year of him living with them. So what if Danny glows sometimes and has full conversations with invisible people in dark alleyways, everyone has their quirks! so, the Batkids have resolved to just "accidentally" leave their mask on after patrol or make tactical plans loudly about taking down Penguin's latest scheme with Danny a room over.

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“Is Dick coming to the Gala?” Danny asked as his head swiveled between his phone and the mirror as he attempted to tie his own tie. How did his mom always make it look so easy?

“No, he is going out as Batman tonight, since Father is unable to.” Damian responded. He may as well be blasé about their identities, seeing as Fenton was obviously both completely aware of their identities and completely in denial.

“Oh, man. Does that mean one of the “rouges” are going to attack the gala?” Danny asked, “It’s probably going to be that Two-face guy, huh? He hasn’t made an appearance in a while and his character arc with “Brucie” hasn’t made any progress in a while.”

“Nonsense, there is no predicting the mindset of a criminal like Two-face.” Damian ignored Danny’s disbelieving scoff as he maneuvered his newest brother to face him so he could take over the task for him, else they would be standing there all night. “Besides, Drake is in charge of security for the gala and will do an adequate job securing the venue. If you are afraid remain by my side where I can protect you.”

Damian tightened the tie around Danny's neck and stepped back to let Fenton pull his own collar down.

"That's very sweet of you, Dami." Danny reached up a hand and mussed up Damian's newly-gelled hair, garnering a growl and a shove from the boy. "But you should do normal kid things during the gala, like accidentally saying rude things to old ladies, or complaining about how bored you are, and don't forget to prank all the evil billionaires."

...

The “I told you so.” Danny brazenly mouthed to Damian later in the evening from where Two-face held a gun to his head was as infuriating as it was distressing.

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It would be fun to play with a version where the Sirens and Edward Nygma are fully aware of the Batfams' identities. Danny "believes" that his new aunts and uncle are "actors" participating in the city-wide stunt shows.

They love how the newest addition denies the superhero shenanigans and have decided to hook Danny up with all the hot goss from the Rogues Gallery.

Son: there’s always a librarian. Just because you can’t see them doesn’t mean they aren’t there. And it’s a garden, there has to be someone taking care of it or it isn’t really a garden.

Me:

Son: any librarian who hoards a library to themselves is hiding something.

Daughter: /nods seriously/

Son: wouldn’t be a secret library. I have nothing to hide.

Daughter: so not a secret librarian. A good librarian.