"No skin thing—but there's a thing—like I can pull—"

And suddenly Katta's sitting where Sadde was. "What the fuck—"

Laura for once doesn't chide her child on his language, instead opting to look, befuddled, at the place where Katta was standing...

...or still is standing? "Cool, we can swap places!"

"...did you get my face. Sadde, why do you look like me."

"—I what?" He finds the nearest reflective surface to look at himself. "What. I look like you! Why do I look like you?"

"I don't know and I don't like it, I'm the only one allowed to look like me, turn back."

He closes his eyes for a few seconds, then opens them again. "Uh. Can't? Wait, though—"

They swap again. "Ack this is disorienting."

Sadde looks at his hands. "And I still look like you." Pause. "I'm even wearing your clothes, where'd my clothes go?"

"Don't kno—wait, hold on, what if—"

"—oh. I can shapeshift."

"Whaaaaaat, no fair, I should've gotten that one!"

"Agree. Maybe we should swap," Katta drawls.

"Oh, shut up."

Then they swap.

And Sadde has his face again. "Success!"

"Argh, will you tell me before you do that?!"

"Sorry, I'll twine you in advance."

Katta shifts back to his own body. "There. This is better."

"So I can swap with you and take your face? Or, wait—mooooom can I use you as test subject?"

"I was expecting nothing less."

Sadde swaps—

—and is his mom. "This is so awesome!"

"—I have to agree with Katta, sweetie, it is somewhat disconcerting to see someone else with my—everything."

"Kaaatttaaaaaa—"