"Efficient. Infrastructure damage. No hosts in the way."

"Unless someone falls in, or an insufficiently poisoned Yeerk causes brain damage later. The possibility of baby Yeerks. They have to come from somewhere, and presumably they have to eat while they're at it."

"Well, fewer hosts in the way, at any rate. Higher Yeerk-to-host ratio. I don't think I can afford to worry about baby Yeerks. Not with five morphers and one box and no other tech, we don't have the leeway."

He shrugs. "I'm not bothered."

"Marathons," he murmurs thoughtfully.

"Hmm?"

"Quote, 'I feel like I ran a marathon', end quote. I'm just wondering if we morphers would benefit from endurance training," he explains.

"Not a bad idea, are you volunteering to test a regimen to see if it's worth it for the rest of us?"

"Why not," he says. "I'll drag Robin into it too."

"Don't pull her away from research for it, but otherwise yeah, can't hurt to have two case studies."

"I'll drag Robin into it because otherwise I won't do it," he explains.

"Ah. By all means, then."

"I thought so."

The doorbell rings.

Bella gets up to answer it.

"Hi!" says Robin. "I know everything there is to know about pigeons."

"Awesome! Good news?"

"Yeah, lemme in, optionally feed me, I'll tell you everything."

Bella lets her in. "Popsicles have been going around."

Andi hauls herself up to fetch a green popsicle for Robin.

Andi flops again.

Bella relocates from kitchen table to living room.