“Well…” I couldn’t help but add, “Aren’t most of the functions of passenger planes like, mechanical? They use a lot of automated digital systems, but even without them, the plane wouldn’t just fall straight outta the sky like a movie.”

During our short conversation, Michael was already walking out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. He followed the giant booty upstairs and first checked on Chameleon, then headed to the master bedroom to scrounge up some clothes. I hesitated for a while, but eventually decided to just wear some red swimming trunks.

I also invited Cicada but she just sent me a frowny face, which I guess means ‘no’? She is a telepath after all, so being around a bunch of people would probably be irritating. Either that, or she was just busy? Either way, I already had enough people coming over as it was. A flying telepathic bug-girl might be a bit too much.

“I can’t imagine how you can deal with that on a daily basis…” Gemini seemed genuinely shocked and appalled by the difficulty of controlling my power.

I ended up making gemelli. It’s a curly noodle with a hole down the middle, or maybe it’s two holes. Kinda like two curly holy noodles twisted together? Either way, they’re pretty dense compared to most pasta.

“So what you’re saying is that we need to lock Chameleon up for a few days a month and take care of her like she’s a mental patient…” I let out a long sigh as Ana took the unconscious woman into the shower. Even with the warm water running all over her face and hairless body, Chameleon didn’t wake up or flinch.

Gemini patted my shoulders with her smaller hands, “You’re the king of the lion pride. Your job is to protect the rest of us! Our old king was Chameleon, but she’s obviously not up to the task anymore. Aside from having a crippling mental disorder that’s been getting worse every year, she’s even weaker than me now and can’t even do anything during the day. It also helps that you can actually impregnate us so that we can expand our little society. And hopefully survive long enough to return home to Earth someday…”

“Thanks for the food and fertilization. Bye~!” 

“Why would I be disappointed?” I snickered and sat down at the table, picking up a fork to continue eating. As I took a sip of iced tea, I said: “Ah sorry, I forgot to get you a drink. Do you have preferences?”

Of course, while I was annoyed and angry, I wasn’t actually afraid of Chameleon. Why? Well, Ana was only half of ‘me’. The other half was literally right next door, making breakfast and drinking some iced tea while sitting at the kitchen table. I was calm enough to even put on some boxers and a t-shirt.