It has been about a month since a UFO crash landed in the woods behind your apartment building, and a month since the pilot, an alien named Xylaphee, moved in with you as a result of having nowhere else to go. You two are still getting used to each other, and she’s still getting used to Earth life.

She confronts you awkwardly after you get home from work. “Hey, human! The, uh…” She snaps her fingers until she remembers the correct word. “…stovetop is, uh…Sort of on fire and I need help!”