As Caboose joined Papi and Suu to play video games – Suu's humanoid form appeared to have a size and figure nearly identical to Papi's, though with human shaped legs – Polt, Cerea, and Miia drew back to discuss the serious nature of what Freckle had brought up.

"Like I said earlier, the various colors of Slimes are…iffy as far as whether they count as people or animals under the law," Polt explained softly. "That's really the crux of our current problem."

"What do you mean?" Miia demanded crossly. "You heard Darling! She's our daughter! She is definitely a person!"

"It means the Slimes aren't signatories to the Interspecies Exchange Bill, and aren't covered by its protections and restrictions," Polt clarified. "Which means there's no possible way she's here in human territory legally. She either was brought into human lands illegally by humans – possibly against her will – or she's made her own way here circumventing legal channels. Either way puts her in a lot of trouble…and possibly us as well for 'harboring' her."

Cerea frowned as she took this all in. "It is…a valid point," she admitted. "Our little family here…we have to protect it. But if the Interspecies Exchange Commission starts cracking down on us…"

Miia groaned as she scratched at her head. "Ooh, I hate having to think about all this!" she whined. "I just want to raise our baby with Darling! Why does Agent Smith even have to get involved?"

"You think we can keep this a secret from her?" Cerea gasped in shock.

"At least until we figure out what to tell her or where we stand!" Miia insisted. "We can hide her at Polt's place if-"

"Bad idea!" Polt snapped out. "Having an Interspecies Visa may relax some restrictions, but it tightens others. If I'm caught 'smuggling' 'unlicensed demi-humans' into human territory, it could implicate my entire tribe, possibly even destabilize the entire Treaty! At least if she's found here, Caboose can claim ignorance."

"I'm very good at that," Caboose offered helpfully, catching the girls off guard.

"D-Darling!" Miia gasped in surprise. "I thought you were playing with Suu and Papi?"

"I was," Caboose confirmed. "But you were talking about important stuff, and I wanted to put in my two cents…but I couldn't find my wallet. Then I remembered New Japan uses Yen, and I decided to just come and talk. So…what are we talking about?"

"How best to protect Suu from the legal ramifications of her lacking immigration paperwork," Cerea explained swiftly, hoping Caboose would understand at least that much.

Caboose thought about that for a time. "So…Suu isn't allowed to be here legally, and we need to figure out how to make sure she can't be taken away?" he asked finally.

"That about sums it up," Polt confirmed. "I don't suppose you have any ideas?" she continued doubtfully.

"Don't I have dick-romantic imp-unity?" Caboose asked curiously.

"I don't think diplomatic immunity can help Suu here," Cerea pointed out, ignoring the misspeak.

"He has diplomatic immunity?" Polt asked in surprise.

"Because he is a hero of the galaxy and Chorus in particular, he's considered an unofficial representative," Cerea explained.

"Like an ambassador?" Polt marveled.

"If I'm an ambassador, doesn't that make this place an embarrassment?" Caboose inquired eagerly.

Polt, Cerea, and Miia all turned to stare at him. "Well," Cerea began, "I suppose it is a bit embarrassing to consider this place an embassy…"

"Yes! That thing!" Caboose insisted. "And if this place is an embarrassing and I'm the amp-bass-door, then I can give Suu poly-tickle sink-toon-berries!"

"Berries?" Papi asked eagerly. "There was no soup with dinner, so I'm hungry! Can I have the berries? They sound tasty!"

"Suu!" Suu agreed, mimicking Papi's stance as she moved up beside them.

"I thought so too, but they're just government stuff," Caboose corrected sadly.

Papi pouted, an action mirrored adorably by Suu. She then lit up happily. "If Papi's government stuff, then I can have berries?" she asked eagerly.

"What a great idea!" Caboose declared excitedly. "We'll all be government stuff, and then we can all have berries!"

"You want to make this place an official embassy, then?" Polt asked, doing her best to hide her amusement. "With official officials, as well?"

"Yes!" Caboose declared happily. "Everyone gets a government title, and we'll be our own mini-government! I am the Imp-Ass-Door!" He turned to Cerea. "You are Secretary of Defense!"

Cerea blushed at being given such an important position. "I won't let you down-"

"Freckle is Secretary of De-Window!" Caboose continued, making Cerea facepalm. "And Freckles is Secretary of De-Door!"

[Designations accepted,] Freckles and Freckle chimed in stereo.

"Miia is Press Secretary, cause she squeezes so tight with hugs!" Caboose continued happily.

Miia giggled and curtsied playfully. "I'll do my best to live up to your expectations," she purred happily.

"Papi is Secretary of the Exterior!" Caboose continued.

"Papi is Sexy Tarry!" Papi declared happily, throwing her wings up into the air in a cheer.

"Suu!" Suu squealed excitedly as she threw her arms into the air as well.

"And what does that make me?" Polt asked curiously. "Secretary of the Interior?"

"More like Sexretary of Entering the Interior," Miia taunted with a snicker, making Polt turn bright red.

Polt's eyes narrowed. "You're just jealous that can even apply to me!" she declared haughtily.

"You like Miia's title for you?" Caboose asked eagerly. "Then we can make use of it! Freckle, did you get all that?"

"Wait, what?" Polt shrieked out, her eyes wide as her cheeks burned. She hadn't thought he was being serious about this.

[Confirmed,] Freckle responded. [Governmental recognition form complete. All ranks and titles recorded. Private Suu registered as daughter and refugee granted political sanctuary. Filing report with Coordinator Scary Smith Lady for official filing.]

Polt sank back into a chair. "Oh…I'm never going to live this one down…"

Agent Smith glanced up from the paperwork she was struggling through when she saw her tablet beep a memo. The paperwork shouldn't have been difficult, as it was merely a construction order for a water-proof room to be added to Caboose's home…or 'Blue Base' as it was officially registered. However, Caboose's 'political status' meant all sorts of hoops had to be jumped through if she couldn't get his signature ahead of time, and she wasn't entirely certain he could spell his name, let alone sign it.

Looking at the contents of the memo, she slumped down onto her desk. "God dammit, Caboose…don't you know I'm not allowed to drink on the job?"