"I don't know, I've been sleeping all day. I get hungry." Gar was actually saying this with his head inside the refrigerator. There wasn't as much real food as there had been when Sophie was living there. It wasn't necessarily that she had ever tried to make him eat better, it was just that she liked fruit and bought it more often than he did. Right now he was using his keen sense of smell to decide whether or not the three day old pizza was still good. It was probably safe, he decided.
"I'm sure that'd go over great with your dad-mom," said Gar. "'Hey, Not-Emma. You remember when I told you about your alternate universe daughter? Well, her boyfriend is now my best friend, and so I think you should let the twenty-four year old green shapeshifter move in with us. It'd be really convenient for hanging out."