Thanks to Jimmy & Stella’s close relation to Sixam and its planetary affairs, San Myshuno Prep’s Alien Academics Program proved beneficial for the twins: in the form of a full scholarship!

Jimmy is still a bit skeptical about whether this was a good idea, but as long as Stella’s happy, he’s happy.

“Hey, front room’s unpacked, at least. Most were your nerd books on slugs, so I was mostly busy alphabetizing them how you like them. You feeling refreshed yet, sleeping beauty?”

“Not really. Can’t take a nap with post-inhaler jitters.”

“Your asthma bugging you?”

“Yeah… Doesn’t help the ragweed out here is brutal!”

“Well, it’s better than Downtown’s pollution, I thought we agreed. Besides, I thought you liked the outdoors? That was your cute little Garden Gnomes shtick when we were kids.”

“I still do, I promise! Moving’s just been rough. Why don’t you sit with me. You must be tired, too.”

“I dunno…”

“C’mon, it’s comfyyyyyy.”

“Heh, the bed is comfy. Scruff’s gonna love it while we’re at work!”

“See, I told you? And it’ll be puppy approved!”

“I’d hardly call him a puppy…”

“Okay, a big puppy.”

“Speaking of puppies, you wanna set up his toys next? Please? If he sees just me, he’ll take them off running!”

“Can we nap first? I’ll let you be the little spoon.”

“*pant* *pant* *wheeze* I think… that’s the last of the boxes.”

“And now we gotta move these into the right rooms and unpack!”

“Oh dear watcher… I hate moving.”

“Hey, you did a great job! Why don’t you make your way upstairs? I’ll take care of the rest until you’re refreshed.”

“You’re the best, Max.”