Coen POV

I sit down beside my mum, in front of us, sits Slade. "How do you like it so far?" My mum asks.

"I like it a lot here, even if everything in sight towers over me." Slade replies casually.

"What's been your favourite thing so far?" My dad asks enthusiastically.

"My favourite thing so far." Slade begins, standing. "Is of course meeting all of you!" He says, doing a twirl.

"You like twirling, huh?" I state. Slade jumps forward and points a finger at me.

"Don't ruin the moment!" He yells. I hold up my hands in surrender.

"We're you okay living on Earth?" Mum asks again, eyes filled with worry.

"Yeah, it was fine. It just here, minus me." Slade answers before she gets to worried.

"What your favourite food?" I can't help but ask. "We could make it sometime."

"Cookies! You can't go wrong!" Slade replies. "I have a few questions for you lot. Coen, do you play a sport?"

"Yeah, soccer." I reply.

And that's how 2 hours of our day goes, asking questions.

Slade POV

Do these questions never end? I answer another question from my dad when nobody else talks. "No more questions?" I ask. Everybody shakes their heads.

Mentally: FISTBUMB

Physically: Oh, okay.

"So, what's next?" I ask.

"We could invite Jack over again." Coen suggests, shrugging.

"Yes! Tell him to bring Aria!" I confirm. Coen raises his eyebrows and smirks.

"Why, do you have a crush?" I turn so my back faces Coen.

"Yes. I'm not denying it. Plus she doesn't go bug eyed." I turn around and place my thumbs below and index fingers above my eyes and stretch them out to example Jack.

"Okay. I'll call him." Coen says, standing. He pats my mum on the back and walks off to call Jack.