"Not while I can be eight feet tall whenever I want I won't," Stacia says, her hands on her hips. "Get down from there before you fall, and I'll take care of it."

Don't make her have to speed-shift to Crinos to catch you when you fall, Dan. Neither of you wants her to lecture you on personal safety. She moves from the doorway to brace the ladder while he climbs down.

"What do you need done to the smoke alarm?"