Xaviers!

Basil opened the door and was the first one out, dropping the skateboard on the ground in front of him and jumping on.

Colette leaped out the door and down the step as she followed Basil, her pieced-together outfit complimented by a denim jacket and a floppy black hat with a big flower on it. She looked like she was wearing random items out of the closet, which she was, but luckily for her that was the kind of look that was in style that year.

Showing off out in the street, A very posh, very foreign sounding voice popped in his head.

"- Doing tricks on my bike in front of her house until she came out to play-"

The comment made him feel very small and immature, and he suddenly felt like he was way too old to be doing this. He stepped on the edge of his board to flip it up, and looked at Colette awkwardly.

"Sorry." He apologized (Which was either in or out of character depending on who you applied the behavior to.), considering her up and down for a moment. Something was off.

He chalked it up to her being a walking and talking entity now instead of a semi-sentient splat of jello, and let it go.

Holding out the board to her, he asked " You wanna try?"

Colette tilted her head in confusion. She was enjoying watching Basil pilot the strange terran vehicle, as primitive as it was. Still, she took the board and looked it over. It seemed simple enough. Colette nodded with of confidence on her face.

Gilligan Cut to Colette's legs kicking and rump sticking out of the top of a rosebush while Basil's skateboard hangs with it's wheel caught in a tree branch high overhead.

Basil had her at the waist, trying desperately to free the sticky substance that was her body free of a maze of twigs,thorns, and leaves.

"i've heard of a rose by any other name, but this is ridiculous!"

Across the street, a tall, perfectly normal latino guy in jeans and a ufo t-shirt watched, frozen by his mailbox.

The blinds in the living room window of the house the Latino man stood outside of seemed to be bent open by a dainty set of fingers, but snapped abruptly closed as Diego froze in place to stare.

Colette eventually was removed and landed atop of Basil, forcing the two of them to the ground. She was full of leaves and thorns... literally, they were floating around inside of her.

With an extremely panicked expression, Basil started to pull things out of her quickly hoping no one would notice they were stuck in her in the first place.

Like that dude getting his mail.

He mouthed something to himself before calling out, "You two okay?" and not "Is that a sentient blob pressed into sexy human shape?"

Colette sputtered and flapped her arms, much like a child who protested in having their mother clean their cheek with some spit on a hankie.

"Yes! Everything is hunky dorey over here! Nothing unusual at all!

Stop fighting! He's gonna come over here!" He hissed, trying to make sure she was completely clean of debris.

Colette was mostly clean on the surface but inside there were still lots of bits and pieces. Though either to Basil's horror or relief they were beginning to be picked apart and "dissolved" inside of her. She needed to learn to chew with her mouth closed.

The neighbor did indeed cross the street. His gait was off somehow. He looked over Collete but didn't seem to acknowledge the dissolving matter. This town sure had some weirdness blinders.

"Well you might be okay but those jeans could use some stitching," he said, looking at a fresh tear.

"It's fine!" Basil exclaimed in a crazy high-pitched voice for some reason, attempting to pull Colette to her feet. "Tears is your pants are what's hip nowadays!"

He was clearly covering for something.

A suspicious look flashed across Diego's face. "You sure? My wife could fix that in a jiffy. Her tailoring skills are out of this world," he said with a self-congratulatory smirk as if he had made a joke.

Colette looked from Basil to the newcomer and back again, before she began to undo the fly of her pants in preparation of taking them off.

Basil laughed awkwardly loudly at Diego's joke that he could tell was a joke, but not why.

He quickly reached out and grabbed Colette's hands at her fly.

"No no! We keep our pants on in public here!"

There was a look of dissatisfaction.

"Pbbt."

"Yes, pants stay on on this pl-country."

A pause.

"Chisa really can fix those though. Anything from the actual tear to the for hipness damage. Is that actually a thing? Seems weird to me."

"She doesn't know any better, she's French!" Basil commented, laughing awkwardly with the provided laugh track and ushering her back towards the house.

"It's fine! We'll just get her a new pair of jeans, thanks for offering!"

Colette was protesting being ushered back inside, pointing to and even reaching for Basil's skateboard with an arm that stretched a little too far to be normal before she was pushed too far away.

French? Someone watched too much SNL. Her head wasn't that big, was it?

Diego looked like he was about to insist but then thought better of it. He retreated back across the street and went inside, forgetting his mail.

As soon as he was back in the house, Chisaki was there looming. As much as someone as small as her could loom.

"Ahhhhhhhhh! You should have just grabbed her and physically drug her in Detective Zapata!"

"There was an Earthling civilian present! Besides, you try wrangling a Rosenhoflan without an anti-digestion field or a containment unit. Tell me how it goes. Oh that's right, you can't; you'll be reduced to a protein slurry," he protested.

Chisaki swore under her breath in a language that definitely wasn't American or even an Earth dialect, and went to the stereo to turn on a song so they could talk without being heard.

"We cannot afford to keep messing around like this! We have to get her contained ASAP! I do not wish to undermine your authority Detective Zapata, but the longer she stays with that boy the higher the risk of being discovered!"

"Have you even seen this town? There's enough around out of planetary norm to hide. They have a fishman Watanabe! Not an alien like us. Just a fishy human. We have time."

Chisaki sighs and knits her brow to stare at him in a pout.

Like that's going to do something.

"Look. I slipped a tracker on the boy. We can find her now. We'll get her before she accidentally hurts anyone. Trust me rookie. Nothing's going to happen."

Chisaki sighed heavily, eyeballing Diego skeptically.

She then dropped it, picking up her binoculars to go back to spying on their 'neighbors'.

~Meanwhile~

Basil had ushered Colette back into the house with a frantic wimper.

"That guy got waaay too close while you were digesting.

You can't just... do that, Ok? It's not normal. The see through eating matter thing. "

Colette looked down at herself and then made a gesture to her clothing as if to say "well what are these for then?"

"Listen, you're the one picking the least covering things possible my dude."

He sighed.

"I guess mom's clothes are a bit slim pickings in terms of fashionable stuff...

Maybe I should take you to the mall after all...."

Colette clapped her hands in a sign of approval and excitement. This "Mall" must have been a very important and powerful figure in human society as it apparently had the solutions to all of their problems.

"We're going to have to put you in something more covering till we get there." He replied. "Like a dress maybe?

Something you don't leak out of."

Colette made a little huff through her nose and rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms, but seemed to be willing to go along with it.

Basil picked out the most unflattering thing he could find.

"That'll do."

Colette made her dissatisfaction with the appearance of the human vestiment well known, both in facial expression and auditory response.

"Pbbb. Bbb. Bbb. Bbbbbbbbt."

"Oh come on. It's just for a few hours. We will get you whatever you want at the mall."

Colette fussed and fidgeted, still not pleased but she relented, immediately beginning to pull off her clothes right there in the living room.