"Shapeshifting," she admits, noticing the change to his hands. Overthinking it is as bad as underthinking it, and this is meant to be easy and fun. "I don't have the same variety as he does - he can be anything he likes, all the chaos in him - but I'm learning to be something different. Things that both are and are not me."

Max hadn't realized, at least, so there's hope for the future of slinking past undetected.

"But, I don't entirely know how to be these other things yet. So Father says, when I asked him why it wasn't working how it should."