Awesome. Because the paranormal young adult in question is totally digging Rhea.

Snuggles. Does he like tummy rubs when he is not a cat?

"Ticklish pooka."

"Yep!" he says, still giggling, and he snuggles up and gives her a giggly kiss.

Tickles. Less accidental tickles.

Giggles! So many giggles.

And kisses. Giggly kisses.

"Best pooka."

Giggly hug! Squish.

Squishy hugs.

Snuggly ones.

And prolooooonged makeouts. Until Rhea checks the clock and says her dad is due home soon.

"Aww," says Trouble. "Okay, I better go." He kisses her one more time, then scoots away to morph - pigeon, since it's still light out.

Rhea picks him up and opens the window and sets him loose out into the sky. "Bye, Iago."

At it, there are Swans. Bella is talking to her dad about what he has picked up from staking out the pool entrance.

Trouble demorphs and finds a bit of couch to flop on. He looks really happy.

"Hello, Trouble."

"Hi! What's up?"

"Nothing best noted for its novelty. How's Rhea?"

"Rhea continues to be awesome," he says, hugging himself. "And pretty good at undercover - somebody came by wanting to know why she was cuddling a pigeon and she handled him without acting weird or anything."

"An admirable save from the situation of public pigeon cuddling. We'll have her turned into a pooka ninja in no time."