Bella comes down the stairs, with her hands behind her back. "Despite her protests, Andi has been practicing morphing-in-order and has learned an adorable trick. Does Trouble want to wake up and see, do you suppose?"

"Oh, probably," says Ethan.

<Trouble! Wake up and see what I can do!>

Bella brings her hands around in front of her.

"Holy shit," says Trouble, "that's so adorable, I want to hug you but I'm afraid you'd squish. Can I hug you when you demorph?"

Even Ethan grins.

<Sure!> says Andi. <I'm not a perfect fairy. I can't fly like this and I'm pretty sure about half of me has an exoskeleton I couldn't postpone till after the wings and I can only do it one try in three. But I'm so cute!>

"You are unbelievably cute. I don't believe how cute you are."

<Bella says photographic evidence of the cute is too dangerous. It's sad.>

Ethan rather absently pets him.

<I wanna demorph now. And call it a day, I'm tired.>

Trouble is asleep again.

Bella sits at the kitchen table and writes inscrutably.

Andi unearths popsicles from under frozen pesto cubes and broccoli, and takes a blue one and gives Bella a red one and waves an orange one questioningly in Ethan's direction.

"Ooh. Yes, please and thank you."

He gets an orange popscicle. Andi flops into an armchair with her blue. "I'm tiiiired."

"So is Trouble," says Ethan, gesturing down at his lapful of same.

"Yeah. I'm not sleepy, though, I don't think I could just take a nap right now. I feel like I ran a marathon though."

"I suppose that makes sense. The energy has to come from somewhere."

"Yeah, I guess. Bella's pretending she's not tired even though she morphed almost as many times as I did."

"Only almost, and more of mine were just to you and back," Bella says.