"Dunno what to do about it though."

"Me neither."

Andi sighs. "I wonder if Ax will try the French toast."

"I hope he likes it. Andalites don't have a sense of taste the way we do, so I have no idea if French toast will even, like, make sense to him."

"Nonsense French toast!" giggles Andi.

He grins. "We'll see, I guess."

"Man, how do Andalites even eat?"

"Good question. Bet I could find out if I morphed one. Or we could ask."

"Didn't you morph one? And Bella did too. I guess you weren't trying to eat."

"Yeah. I mean, I could guess, but I don't know."

"Hmmm."

Trouble shrugs. "We might as well just ask."

"I hope he doesn't get offended or anything, is it rude to ask aliens how they eat?"

"Who knows? I wouldn't think it was rude if aliens asked me how I eat, but maybe Ax feels differently."

"You probably wouldn't think it was rude if aliens asked you, like, anything."

"Maybe not," he concedes, grinning.

"Yeah. Hey, you could start making breakfast, I'm hungry and if you don't I'll just eat cereal and that would be tragic."

Charlie comes downstairs just a couple of minutes after there begin to be sounds of frying.

"G'morning," says Trouble. "How do you feel about French toast?"

"French toast is good," says Charlie.

Trouble beams.

Bella is downstairs soon after, bearing a notebook. "Ooh. Thanks, Trouble."

"You're welcome," says Trouble.

Ax in human morph - having mostly figured out the clothes for the second time himself, though the pants are backwards - enters the house. He sniffs the air, puzzled.