"Okay. We don't yet know that documentation should be the done thing, but if you see an opportunity to grab one do. The ideal would actually be one that could take video."

"I'll keep it in mind."

"And of course this only applies if there are theoretically circumstances in which you're willing to poke around potentially hostile aliens' lairs. It's possible I shouldn't make runs in person at all just because I'll trip over something and get attention while attempting to be stealthy."

"...Theoretically," she says, recalling the demon with a wince. "Very, very theoretically."

"Can you tell us under what circumstances?"

"Well... if there's no one else for the job, and it needs to be done..." She shrugs.

Ethan squeezes her shoulder. "Let me do the skulking," he advises.

"You are designated skulker, congratulations."

He laughs.

"So, this isn't looking like a music day, huh," observes Andi.

"Not so much." Robin grins wryly. "Sorry."

"It's okay," says Andi. She remembers the tea, goes and nukes the water an extra thirty seconds to get it hot again, and drops in a teabag and brings it out to steep.

"Thanks," sighs Robin, cuddling the cup.

Ethan hugs her.

Andi does too.

"Ooh. A fascinating thing," says Bella. "Let's see. Renée is meeting friends for dinner, so we're fending for ourselves, but Trouble might decide to appear with baked goods."

"For the purposes of this discussion, Trouble is very private," says Ethan. "I'll see you after school, then? When?"

"Six, if you don't need a ride, earlier with some loitering beforehand if you do."

Bella would like to know in advance if Trouble is liable to appear with baked goods. So she sits with him at lunch.

"Hi, Bella!"

"Hi, Trouble! If it should happen that you come over for dinner tonight no one will make you eat your vegetables."

"Ooh, I'm sold," he says, grinning.

"Also Ethan and probably Robin will be over."