Spike has given up reading, as the motion is starting to make the words wobbly. She tosses the book onto the couch and adjusts her position on Raphael's shell. "Are you goin' for the world record or somethin'?"

"No." He goes down for another pushup.

"When you asked me if I wanted to help with resistance training, I was not aware that meant sitting up here while you do one thousand pushups," she remarks, rolling carefully onto her side.

He huffs.

"I can hear your eyes rolling," she warns.

"Is that your super power?" Michelangelo asks from the couch. "Hearing our eyes roll?"

"Call it a gift."

"Call what a gift?" Casey enters the lair with a backpack.

"Nothin'." Spike faces the ceiling again.

April looks up. "Casey! Glad you could make it."

"No problem. My folks are expecting me for dinner tomorrow, though, so I won't be here then." He sets his bag down and spreads his arms. "Thanksgiving hug?"

April laughs and complies. She pulls back and bustles back into the kitchen. "How is your family then?"

Casey shrugs. "Eh. You know. Same as ever. No idea about all this." He waves his hand.

"Arnold Bernid Jones!" Irma shouts from the lab. "Is that you?"

Silence falls.

"I got something to show you I think you'd like," she continues, entering the room. She adjusts her glasses.

"Is that your full name?" Michelangelo asks.

Casey glares at Irma. "Yes," he growls.

Michelangelo cocks his head. "Why'd you change it?"

"Why do you think?" Casey snaps. "It sounds dumb. Spike changed her name, didn't she? I don't think anyone even knows what her real name is."

Spike frowns. "Hey."

"It's Sarah," Donatello says firmly. "It wasn't a secret."

Casey sighs. "What do ya got for me, Irma?"

"How about….get this….." Irma holds up a schematic. "High tech hockey stick!"

"What?"

"I figured it'd be cool if we gave you something better than a hockey stick," Irma explains. "Because…you know….it's a hockey stick."

"Is there something wrong with that?"

Irma rolls her eyes. "Well, for serious fighting, yes."

"Well…..Donatello's got a stick," Casey points out. "You're not upgrading that."

"It's a metal bo staff, a weapon highly trained ninja use," Donatello announces. "It can be turned into a very dangerous weapon in the right hands, three fingered or not."

"Anything can be dangerous if you know how to use it," Splinter agrees.

Raphael finishes. "Ride's over. Get off."

Spike rolls off him and lands sprawled on the floor. "The picture of grace," she declares.

"Picture of somethin', that's for sure."

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