After four minutes Sadde's leg starts bouncing.

"You're moving," Katta says, without opening his eyes.

"You're not even looking!"

"I'm almost looking and it's just as distracting."

He tries to hold as still as possible.

Katta, unfortunately, doesn't get it by the time Sadde gets his suite.

Which he knows happened because Sadde jumps out of the sofa and makes an impossibly high-pitched noise.

Katta opens one eye and raises one eyebrow. "What'd you get?"

"Don't know yet—can feel you—can feel mom—oh no, only when I'm looking—that's weird, I got an extra sense that only works when I'm looking except you? What?"

"Beats me. No skin thing?"

"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.