“The soap she sent feels more slick and slimy to me. Which is better than itchy, but probably not by all that much.” Minoru admitted, sitting up in the tub. The water was still milky and green.

He looked at Ziggy and then at all the bath products his mother swore by.

“I know you don’t often get to just be a girl. Not in your world, anyway. Since you have to be human there, and that half is, well…” his voice trailed off slightly. He had good intentions. And truth be told, the intimacy and closeness had been wonderful. “I wanted to treat you to… um… feeling girly. And special…”

He looked back at Ziggy with a wet, lopsided smile.

“I guess I should have asked an Anthean what that meant instead of Mama.”