Taylor's on her porch when she comes in, grubby from yard-work and scrubbing dirt out of her nails, and she grins when she sees Ulla's. That she's switched forms always inspires a flicker of concern, but she's always glad to see Ulla in her own skin.

"Looks like it." She hops off the porch to sit in the grass so Ulla can sit with her, while Scraps makes a beeline to try to chase Hjerte's many legs.