Tegan looked down at him, eyebrow cocking again. "Did you honestly just do that?" She asked him, shaking her head in disbelief. Rolling her eyes, she selected two containers, and set to assembling snacks for them. "I take it you can't magic clothing?" She asked, trying to distract herself from his nudity, and from how he seemed to be a three-year-old, suddenly. She stretched, and sighed in irritation, rolling her shoulders back. It was going to be a long day.<br/><br/>She didn't really have any clothes that would fit him, except for the giant track suit she swam in whenever she was sick. And that would just look like hell.<em>We'll have to grab him some stuff at wal-mart, then...</em>Where was she going to get the money to feed and clothe him? Not to mention how she was going to finish her degree, go to work, and everything else with an incubus living in her house, suffocating himself to see if he had to breathe.