“What's with them?"

"I dunno. They're chicks," Anthony said.

"There's no figuring ‘em."

"Did you say, ‘chicks'? And you wonder why you're single?"

"No, I really don't."

"Okay everyone, let's explore."

Carla was a big fan of baking, so she checked out the kitchen while Anthony scoured the bottom floor for the ultimate bachelor pad. Peter went to the second floor, but Madison decided to check out the basement. It was cool and solid and quite cave-like, and a quick scan of the walls showed that they probably could hold in sound pretty well.

"Oh who are you kidding?" Madison asked herself.

"They'd never let you have the whole room to yourself."

"Why not?" Peter asked from the bottom of the stairs.

Madison jumped three feet up in the air and came down in her kick- boxing defensive position. She hated not being able to see and talk at the same time.

“Don't sneak up on me!"

“Stop being blind," Peter said jokingly.

"Well, mostly blind."

"Jerk." Madison looked around, her eyes glowing in more ways than one.

“I mean, this room is huge and I wouldn't be able to pay as much and. . . and--"

"And you really want it, don't you?"

"That's not what I. . . I didn't mean that I would . . . yeah?"

“Madison, if we do this, we will try to come up with a solution that works for everyone. It's okay."

“Would your uncle really want ME Living here?" Madison asked bitterly.

"We've already seen what the Reptile King thinks of me, so why would the Bird King be any different?"

"He's not like that," Peter snapped, then visibly calmed down.

"Sorry.

Didn't mean to bite your head off. It's just that Uncle Jason never seemed like the type to me."

"I wish I had family like you," Madison said earnestly.