"At least it doesn't have giant monsters."

"About that..."

"We think they were left on Earth by whatever made mer and the virus. Most of the ones we know live in the sea, and the ones that don't are pretty harmless."

"How harmless...?"

"They're like weird whales and elephants. David Attenborough made some brilliant documentaries about them back in the 80's." She seems wistful.

"Oh."

"I'm sorry if I frightened you."

"You didn't frighten me," she sighs.

"Well, I'm sorry for being presumptuous. You in the mood for dinner?"

"Yeah, I could eat."

Dinner is normal, or at least what normal probably looks like when being sat down to by a family of superhumans in a volcano lair.

Dinner! She definitely eats, and enjoys herself despite everything.

After Maurice is returned to his only slightly concerned parents, the remaining children make their way to their various bedrooms-mostly reluctantly. 

Sadde would like to wash before bed—since, you know, salt water, clothes that aren't hers, all day running and sweating, all that ew together.

Zaneta points her towards the nearest bathroom to her room. Apparently Zaneta thought the island needed more than ten of the things.

Well. There are several people on said island. She showers and goes to bed and manages to sleep.

"Happy Saturday!"

"I think Saturdays aren't holidays."

"Huh. I thought you'd be all yelly. Hey, Zaneta left a note on your door."

"I could've slept more but, you know." He sits up. "What's the note say?"

"Dear Sadde, I've managed to arrange some tests, and I'll be picking you up at 2:30." Michael looks at Sadde, and sniffs. "You smell different."

"I've been told people of different biological sex have different scents."

"Wait, you're a boy now?" 

"I'm a boy now," he confirms.