"Thanks," says Trouble, smiling at her.

"No problem."

Mmm, food.

"As long as you're going to be pigeoning around until we go get Charlie anyway, do you think you can scope out the known pool entrances and see who goes in?"

"Yeah, I'll keep an eye out."

Bella nods, glances over the last few pages of her notebook, and says, "Do Robin and Ethan know you're back yet?"

"Yep."

"Okay, cool. I'm worried Renée's going to start up the stairs and you won't have time to morph and get out of here; is there anything else that should be said sooner rather than later?"

He shrugs. "Not that I can think of."

"Okay. See you tomorrow? We can talk stowing away on the plane when we go to Forks, if you don't want to fly there as a pigeon again."

"Stowing away on the plane sounds like way less of a hassle."

"Yeah. Find some small bug we can carry with us and take to the bathroom after an hour and a half, acquire it, figure out how it works so you don't become obsessed with whatever obsesses bugs and bother someone and get squished. Housefly is probably a good all-purpose choice - flea might work if you can get one, though, probably easier to hide and harder to squish."

"Housefly's probably easier to find."

"Unless you hang out with the right fellow pigeons."

He grins. "Yeah, there's that."

"Either way. See you tomorrow. I'll try to see about getting you a more regular food supply."

Bella keeps a nervous eye on the door till he's all done.

He walks out of the closet on little pigeon feet, flutters up to the window, and leaves.