<I want to get a couple people morph. I can't think how to sneak them in, or your box out, but ->

<Red and pretending?>

<Yeah.>

<Perhaps your family could be invited here to meet their counterparts?>

<Perfect. Thank you.>

Matirin extends his alt-family an invitation to come meet their counterparts. They should bring food. Andalites are really pleased about food.

"It is so weird to think about a you who has no mouth," Peka says, packing berries.

"He must be so unhappy! The Telkam is happier. Think he's the only one. Not that Aitim would be an incompetent general but it just doesn't really seem his thing."

"Not really. Hmmmm I could bring the bonbons but they're Ana's favorites."

"Andalites are not reputed to be discriminating in their enjoyment of food. Leave Ana's bonbons."

She leaves the bonbons.

Everyone congregates for a rather expanded family dinner!

Andalites morph Amentan and are So. Happy. About Food. Food! Food! Food!!

"Your species is great!!!"

"They're all right. Food, though - food is great. Your foodmakers will be deservedly renowned the galaxy over."

"Yep, saving interspecies relations, very purple," says Isama.

"I forget, which one's purple?"

"The one with the most people," she says. "Farming, transport, cooking, basically everything involved in the food supply chain."

" - yep okay that's the best one - why haven't we met any except you -"

"I think they do not really believe their own assertions about the valued status of all their castes."

" - sometimes we sorta believe it."

"Kantil believes it, anyhow. We're the ones who could make it fine on our own, anybody else'd be fucked."

Kantil leans against her.

"The reds are pretty much making it on their own! - with some help from manufacturing industry, though, I suppose."

"And greens played a very essential role in their societal development."

"The essential role of being more trouble than it was worth to murder!"