the animorphs

[instar]

Renée is gone in the morning, a pot of maple oatmeal for the girls and Trouble cooling on the stove and a note on the fridge, she's going to be gone all day on a day trip to Tucson with her friends.

Andi wakes up first. Bella's not far behind.

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[palmofyourhand]

"Marathons," he murmurs thoughtfully.

[instar]

"Hmm?"

[palmofyourhand]

"Quote, 'I feel like I ran a marathon', end quote. I'm just wondering if we morphers would benefit from endurance training," he explains.

[instar]

"Not a bad idea, are you volunteering to test a regimen to see if it's worth it for the rest of us?"

[palmofyourhand]

"Why not," he says. "I'll drag Robin into it too."

[instar]

"Don't pull her away from research for it, but otherwise yeah, can't hurt to have two case studies."

[palmofyourhand]

"I'll drag Robin into it because otherwise I won't do it," he explains.

[instar]

"Ah. By all means, then."

[palmofyourhand]

"I thought so."

[instar]

"Mm-hm."

Write, write.

[hold_infinity]

The doorbell rings.

[instar]

Bella gets up to answer it.

[hold_infinity]

"Hi!" says Robin. "I know everything there is to know about pigeons."

[instar]

"Awesome! Good news?"

[hold_infinity]

"Yeah, lemme in, optionally feed me, I'll tell you everything."

[instar]

Bella lets her in. "Popsicles have been going around."

[pandion]

Andi hauls herself up to fetch a green popsicle for Robin.

[hold_infinity]

"Mm. Thanks."

She drops her bag on the floor at Ethan's feet, hugs him, and then sits on said floor.

"Right," she says, gesturing with the popsicle, "gather round, ladies."

[pandion]

Andi flops again.

[instar]

Bella relocates from kitchen table to living room.

[hold_infinity]

"The homing pigeon," she says, "has an average flight speed of fifty or sixty miles per hour over distances where fifty miles is a short leg of the trip. Crows go about thirty. Also, I found a pigeon loft in Phoenix run by the most incredibly sweet little old lady who let me come in, talk to her about the history of pigeon racing for an hour, and feed and pet all the little beauties. I'm sure she'd be thrilled if I came back with friends."

[instar]

"Your friends," says Bella, "are fascinated by the history of pigeon racing."

[hold_infinity]

"Thought so."

She sucks on her popsicle.

"I gathered all kinds of other fascinating information, too. Want to see my notes?"

[instar]

"Yes, I do."

[hold_infinity]

Robin produces her notes.

They are exquisitely detailed, colour-coded, organized, indexed, and written with exacting neatness.