Flamaja grins. "I'm about to say something I never say. That...is adorable."

The penguin fidgeted a bit, and then waddled over to his toy box and hid behind it.

Curice hides his face and starts giggling silently.

He stayed put, looking puzzled at the giggling.

Curice keeps giggling silently.

Frain stayed hidden behind his toy box, quiet and confused.

Curice slowly calms down. "Okay, I'm better." Flamaja shakes her head. "Twit." She looks amused.

After a moment, Frain goes and stands in his pile of clothing that's on the floor, still a penguin. He stares at them quietly. It seemed he'd be nude when he changed back...

Flamaja pulls on Curice. "Come on, twit. Let's go find the genius." She pulls him down the hall.

Deckle, the head of the house, was just waking up in her study after a nap. She seemed bored.

Curice follows Flamaja, amused. "I take it you're referring to Mirrso?" "That I am, stuffy." She glances at him as she walks. Curice stops. "I am not stuffy!" He whines.

The door to Deckle's study is half-open, and she's sprawled out on the couch, daydreaming.

Flamaja wanders to it and grins at Curice. "Stuffy."

Deckle saw them outside. "Hello, friends. Making yourselves at home?"

Flamaja nods. "Yup. Oh, by the way, your brother's a penguin." She rests her arm on Curice's head.

"He can change into a penguin, yes," Deckle replied, as if it was common knowledge. "I can turn into something, too. And Li can turn into a mermaid, yes, but she is also something else."

Flamaja nods. "Kay then." She eyes Curice for a moment. "Don't even think about lighting my hair on fire again," he mutters, dully.

Deckle watched them, amused. She'd lit someone's hair on fire before, during a heist. Granted, it had been an accident...but it had been hilarious, nonetheless.

"You're ruining my fun, stuffy." Flamaja grins, also amused. Curice pouts. "I'm not stufffyyyy!" he wails.

"Being stuffy is never a good thing. I've got a personal friend who's stuffy. He never has any fun," Deckle mused, pointedly.

"I am not stuffy!" He folds his arms. Flamaja snickers. "Sure, you're not."

"At least he's not as stuffy as my associate," Deckle chuckled. "You should be thankful for that."

"I suppose. But I like my fun." Flajama grins.

Deckle chuckled, then frowned. "Miration is awful, though. Just plain awful. And. I know he's gay, and he won't admit it. So, that's what I taunt him about."

Flamaja chuckles. "Sounds fun." Curice shakes his head. "Oh god."