"Everybody would've been sooooo mad."

"Whereas 'do your soldiers know how to build their ships?' would've been wholly convincing if someone hadn't noticed the correspondences and gone 'wait one second, there is not much chance that Kefin as an alien would not know how to build a starship starting if necessary from rocks and charcoal.'"

Giggle. "It's really weird that you look like them!"

"It is really really weird."

"You need to learn to sing!" she tells the Andalite version of her husband.

"I tried," Macarath says. "It was very confusing. Perhaps with practice it becomes less so."

"Well, what do you do instead? I wanna hear."

"Perhaps you and Makel can stay after dinner," Matirin says cheerfully. <And the children, if they need to be morphed-magically-acceptable also.>

"Ladah is musical too. Piano."

"Ladah is welcome also!"

"There isn't a piano here," Ladah says.

"I think Peka thought you'd be interested in our music."

"I guess. Dad are we staying -"

" - yeah, let's."

"Okay."

"Does singing sound pretty to Andalites?" wonders Peka.

"It sounds interesting but I doubt we're getting the full experience."

Giggle.

And after dinner they can stay and Macarath can set up the computer to play Andalite instrumental compositions and he can go get the box.

"Ooh, pretty."

He comes back! With box! "All right, who wants to be morph-capable."

"- I assume it's not really for -"

"Not really but I don't mind if you have it."

"Why didn't you bring it when everybody was here?" asks Ladah.

"Aitim requested I give people of potentially dangerous-to-them heritage the means to fix it. The rest of them should be fine and in some cases would have a hard time resisting using it."

Ladah is confused.