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Bella is, uncharacteristically, home alone; Andi is over at Robin's, and Renée is visiting a friend of hers in the hospital, though she could be home relatively soon depending on how much the two get caught up in conversation.
Bella is memorizing the map of Phoenix.
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aeskhyne
He gets the box down and sticks his hand in the water. Aspret swims away from it as fast as she can, but he scoops her up with his other hand and she goes limp. After a few seconds, he lowers her carefully back into the bowl.
"No reason not to do it now, right?"
"No reason not to do it now, right?"
"Eeeh - if Renée comes back you got lemon tart on your clothes and you're down here sorting through the Goodwill box looking for the least objectionable thing," Bella says. Since he does in fact have lemon tart on his clothes, this should be believable. "I'll go put stuff in the fridge, assuming Aspret didn't, like, poison any of it."
aeskhyne
"I won't swear it's all my best work, but none of it's poisoned," he says. "You can trust it as much as you'd trust, well, anything baked by a frantic sleep-deprived alien who keeps having trauma flashbacks. You're probably gonna have to scoop me up and put me in the bowl after I morph; do you wanna do that now, or come back and do it after you put stuff in the fridge, or what?"
"I'll do it now. And you can narrate while I'm fussing around the kitchen."
aeskhyne
"Sure."
He starts to morph.
The first thing to go is his skin, turning from warm brown to greenish-grey and slimy. Then his limbs slurp into his body and he collapses onto the floor, a Trouble-sized squirming grey tube trapped in his own shirt and pants, with a perfectly human head. His hair melts away, then his face; his head is now a blunt grey blob settled on an absence of neck. Two long feathery-looking tendrils unroll out of the approximate prior location of his mouth, followed by assorted other bulges in the sluglike body still half-hidden by his shirt.
Last of all, he shrinks down to a proper Yeerkly size.
He starts to morph.
The first thing to go is his skin, turning from warm brown to greenish-grey and slimy. Then his limbs slurp into his body and he collapses onto the floor, a Trouble-sized squirming grey tube trapped in his own shirt and pants, with a perfectly human head. His hair melts away, then his face; his head is now a blunt grey blob settled on an absence of neck. Two long feathery-looking tendrils unroll out of the approximate prior location of his mouth, followed by assorted other bulges in the sluglike body still half-hidden by his shirt.
Last of all, he shrinks down to a proper Yeerkly size.
Bella makes a face, but picks him up and puts him in the bowl with Aspret, then lingers a moment to make sure she doesn't eat him or anything.
aeskhyne
They appear to be snuggling.
<Being a Yeerk is really weird,> Trouble reports. <She's talking, and I can hear her, but I'm pretty sure she's figured out I have no idea what she's saying.>
aeskhyne
<It's kind of - thin, in here,> he says. <The stuff in the Yeerk pool is more like sludge. Feels weird swimming in plain water. Definitely not comfy, but I'm not sure if it's doing us actual harm.>
Fridging, fridging, she could morph Andi and reply by thoughtspeak but Renée might arrive any minute. So, for that matter, might Andi.
Bella puts everything away and cleans up the lemon tart crumbs and then goes back down the stairs when Renée still isn't in the driveway.
aeskhyne
The two Yeerks in the bowl are swimming together in companionable little circles, the sides of their bodies touching.
aeskhyne
<Kinda slow. I mean, I can talk to her, but I can't get anything complex back. So far we've determined that she doesn't want to starve, doesn't want to be bleached to death, doesn't ever want to hold me still for Reggie again, doesn't really want to go back to the rest of the Yeerks...>
pandion
<Do you suppose we could trust her not to go back to the Yeerks if we went to the trouble of trapping her in some morph?>
aeskhyne
<Probably. I mean, what would she go back for? So Visser Three can eat her? Especially if she wasn't even a Yeerk anymore, I bet he would.>
aeskhyne
<...I'm not sure,> he says. <And I don't want to ask her until I can talk to her better. Right now I bet she'd agree to a lot of things she'd end up regretting or bailing on later, if it meant she'd live through the week.>
pandion
<I'm... hesitant to suggest the obvious way to let her talk, but it exists.>
aeskhyne
<What, pour her back in? Yeah,> says Trouble. <We could do that. As long as she knows you'd kill her if she tried to run, she won't try.>
pandion
<I believe I've more than adequately demonstrated my willingness.>