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Trouble and Charlie fly to Las Vegas to get their collections of drunks. Ax, newly empigeoned, and Ethan loosely follow Renée's car back to Phoenix, so that Ax will not be stranded in an unfamiliar city obliged to demorph into Andalite form with no garage to hide in.
Renée makes a very large grocery trip. Ax deems alfalfa hay intended for consumption by guinea pigs and rabbits to be the hoof-eating equivalent of palatable; it also turns out he can eat a few other things, like carrot tops and turnip greens. He still doesn't like living in the garage, even though it's a different one. Andi finds him a little planetarium gadget that throws star-patterns onto the ceiling.
Renée installs a cot in the basement for Charlie. (His generic human morph is a man about ten years younger than him, plausibly Latino but just as plausibly not, plain and unremarkable. He also picks up a Renée morph. He will be able to drive the girls places, publicly know their names. They can tell he appreciates the opportunity, however weird it is.) Trouble is allowed to sleep on the couch, when Renée learns that he would prefer not to share the basement with Charlie.
Bella sews weights onto all the curtain hems so they won't be easily nudged aside.
The twins also collect generic-human-morphs. Both of theirs are college-age women, samples collected from going on premature college tours and shaking a lot of hands - Bella's looks maybe half Asian when she's done tweaking it, Andi winds up with a complexion much like her usual one but a surprisingly Hawaiian set of features.
Renée never asks to be enabled to morph. Bella eventually offers, "for emergencies", and Renée aggregates a number of her co-workers into the most stereotypical teacher-lady it is possible to Frolis into without requiring vision correction.
Renée makes the arrangements well in advance to homeschool the twins.
Bella quizzes Ax about all sorts of things, for large parts of each day.
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aeskhyne
<What's there not to get? I heard you talking to pigeons and I kinda fell in love a little and now I wanna be your friend.>
megale
Pet snuggle pet pet he is the snuggliest kitty. "There you go, then, that's probably why you get to magically turn into animals and I don't."
megale
Snugs. "What do talking animal buddies do? Do I present you to Mom and Dad and say you followed me home, can I keep you?"
aeskhyne
He giggles. <Nah. I have to sleep as a human, so that could get awkward. But we can hang out and you can pet me, that seems to be working out really well.>
aeskhyne
<I am! I made this kitty shape specifically to be really soft and fluffy and pettable. I think I did a pretty good job.>
megale
"You made it? How do you make shapes? Eye of newt, toe of frog, three tablespoons laundry detergent and a mermaid's tear, salt to taste?"
aeskhyne
<Mysterious shapeshifter things,> he says, mysteriously. <But no newts were harmed in the making of this kitty, I can tell you that much.>
megale
"That's good. Newts aren't cute or soft but they should keep their toes. Eyes, I mean. Toes too, eyes more importantly."
aeskhyne
<I'd have to turn back human and sleep in your bed every night and somebody would probably notice,> he says. <Also, given the option, I'm not gonna go to the bathroom in a litterbox.>
megale
"It's not like I sleep in my bed. I have a hammock," she explains, waving a foot at her hammock. (Her arms are occupied. With snuggling.) "But fair enough about the litterbox thing."
aeskhyne
<Yeah, I saw the hammock. And your bed is way too tidy to be slept in, I bet you don't even make out on it.>
megale
"But yeah, mostly it's just for sitting, I used to have stuffed animals heaped on it but I gave them to my little cousins."