"Are you kidding me?" Dib stared at the living room. Or rather, what was left of it. The couch had been shoved on its side, and there were blankets and pillows scattered all over. That wasn't the worst part- no, the worst part was a persistent cheesy smell that clogged his nose coming from the nachos and mashed potatoes smeared across the carpet. "Gir!" He'd been asleep for maybe four hours, how fast had the robot wrecked the place?

"Yeeeees?" Gir poked his little head out from underneath one of the mattresses (why was there a mattress, did Zim have another guest room he'd forgotten about?) and grinned up at Dib. "It's my fortress, wanna come in? I'm the knight, you can be the princess!"

"It smells terrible." Dib held his nose. "Where's Zim?"

"Hmm…. I'unno. He'd be a good princess."

"Where's Zim?" Dib repeated, and Gir thought so hard for a moment smoke started seeping out of the edges of his head.

"Hm… Hmmm…! Oh, he's in the bathroom."

"The bathroom?" Great. Dib waded through the mess- Zim was going to throwsuch a fit- and headed for the tiny bathroom tucked in the back. Zim almost always used the one in the lab, the upper-level one usually for either Gir or Dib, but now that he listened, he heard retching noises from it. He knocked on the door, biting his lip. "Zim?"

"Hrrrugh!" Another thick splattering noise. Wonderful, so he was really sick. He hadn't thrown up in just long enough that Dib had assumed that particular hurdle was over with. Guess not. "I'm coming in."

"Gir, if you give me any more of those, I'm taking your doggy- "

"It's Dib."

"Oh. Fine."

Dib eased the door open, seeing Zim looking almost white. He sucked in a sympathetic breath through his teeth. Zim looked up with his eyes half-lidded and washed out, with his antennae both pressed flat against his head and one hand over a bucket while the other cradled his stomach.

"Why did you bother to go to the bathroom if you were going to use a bucket anyways?"

"Self- self-cleaning. I set this room up to clean itself since it's where Gir goes after a night out."

"Oh. That actually makes a lot of sense." Dib knelt down, then sat on his butt since Zim glared at him for daring to be tall enough to have to kneel. "Can I get you anything? Soda used to help my stomach when I was sick. I think it was the bubbles. Does irken soda have carbonation?"

"O'course it does," Zim mumbled. "Fetch it, then. And honey. The bear one, I like that one…"

"Soda and honey. Got it." Dib pressed a hand to Zim's forehead. "Oh geez, you're all sweaty too."

"It's terrible!" Zim spat out, nearly (and Dib thanked the gods it was only nearly ) knocking over the vomit bucket. "My back hurts, my spooch hurts, my skin hurts since my Pak can't repair the stretching, I can't keep anything down, and Gir put filthy potatoes all over the pile!"

"Wait, you knew about that already? Good, I didn't want to be the one to tell you."

Zim narrowed his eyes. "Soda. Now."

Dib slid back on the tile on his butt before he stood up, taking a step back. That was Zim's 'get me something or the skewering legs come out' look. He hurried to the kitchen, rummaging around in the fridge until he found something that said 'Adsod' in irken, (which he was pretty sure was soda) and a half-empty bottle of honey shaped like a bear. The top was all sticky, but it was the right kind at least.

He was about to return to the bathroom when Zim passed him in the hall. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve, then his sleeve on the arm of the askew couch. Geez, he must have felt pretty awful to willingly wipe germs all over something he sat on. Dib held out the bottle and can like a peace offering. "Here ya go."

Zim snatched them both.

"You probably want to go slow- " Okay, nevermind, Zim was chugging it. He finished it in about fifteen seconds, tossing it back at Dib before popping open the honey and doing the same to that. Dib chucked the can at the trash. When Zim was done he had a little more color to his skin, though, so maybe he really just needed the sugar.

Zim burrowed himself into the nearest pile of blankets. "Ugh, Gir, I told you to remove the potatoes."

"I made a mashed potato head, see?" Gir held up a half-smashed whole potato with a face scribbled on in sharpie. Of the half the remained, Dib saw X's for eyes and a pink toothpick tongue sticking out.

"Yes, Gir, I see." Zim pulled his legs in. "It's awful."

Gir's lip started wobbling, and Dib groaned. He rummaged around in the mess, pulling out a toy moose.

"Here, play with the moose instead of crying."

Gir grabbed it, squeaking in excitement before burrowing down into the blankets again, and Dib turned to Zim.

"So… what's with the tornado that went through here? I'd think you'd be screaming at Gir right now."

Zim pulled a blanket around his shoulders. "I wanted it."

"You wanted to completely destroy the living room?" Dib raised an eyebrow, and Zim hissed, the blankets around him shifting.

"Of course not! This was a tactical choice- the more layers, the less likely anything can get at me." Zim said, eyes narrowing.

"Riiiiiight. And the food?"

"Why do you think I got sick again? Gir needs to clean that up," Zim said with a slight pout. "Computer! Can you vacuum the food out of the… the…"

"It looks like a really gross nest to me," Dib offered.

"Zim is no bird!"

"Fish make nests too, I think. You could count mammalian burrows too, in a way, so honestly a lot of species could-"

"Nest it is, then, but I refuse to let it be filthied up by Gir's messy foodstuffs anymore." Zim looked up at the ceiling again.

"Fine, but you need to get out first," The computer said. Zim groaned.

"But it's more comfortable in here…"

"Up you go." Dib reached into the bundle, grabbing Zim's shoulders and yanking him out before getting a hiss and an angry swipe at his stomach in return. After he tried to arch his back to avoid his shirt being shredded, they both yelped as a large circular hole opened in the middle of the living room, everything within range falling into it. Dib yanked Zim closer to him when he nearly slipped, boots just on the edge.

"Hey! What was that for?" Zim snapped.

"You told me to wash it. I'm going to wash it." The computer whirred a little. "Give me a few minutes, geez."

"Hmmph." Zim crossed his arms, and Dib sat down just in front of the kitchen tile.

"This is probably a good time for another log."

Zim pulled on his wig and contacts. "Fine, that will burn time. Just talk fast."

Dib flicked on the camera. "Log five- right now it's November fifth, and Zim and Gir built a nest out of blankets, mattresses, and pretty much any other soft material that was around."

"Gir put so much food in it when I turned my back for two minutes…" Zim shuddered.

"Yeah, and it smelled like the dumpster behind the Krazy Taco after the dogs got at it," Dib added. "Anyways, that's something that's definitely irken. I think humans do get tidier, but nothing like this, and not a literal nest. It's only been two days since the last log, so Zim hadn't really gotten any bigger I don't think, but he's pouty right now, and he was being really clingy yesterday."

"Lies and slander!"

Dib tapped his throat. "I actually could still feel your alien slime in my throat when I was brushing my teeth last night."

"That's it!" Zim lunged for the camera, but Dib quickly stood up, raising it above his head. Zim jumped for it once, before grabbing Dib's shirt like it was a climbing net and hauling himself up, swiping for the camera with his free hand as his feet scrabbled against Dib's pants. Dib stretched up, clicking the button to end the recording.

"There, I finished it, are you happy?"

"I was not being clingy!"

"You nearly choked me with a kiss and then had me carry you around for the next twenty minutes," Dib said flatly. "You're clingy normally anyways, but the pregnancy's making you worse. Not that I minded the kisses, but still."

Zim curled his hand into a fist, sliding off of Dib. "You're just… just… you're in my space!"

"Sure I am," Dib said, taking a step back before his heel nudged the empty honey container. He picked it up, grimacing at the way it stuck to his hands. "But you wanted me here in the first place. I'm trying to help."

"A lot of good it's doing," Zim growled, and Dib was about to retort when the floor in the middle of the room rose back up, blankets warm from whatever alien cleaning process they'd been subjected to. Zim took two steps back and sank down in them, eyes closing as he took a deep breath.

"Look, let's just pull out some dumb cartoon Gir usually watches and make fun of how forced the moral message is in it. That sound good?"

Zim huddled down a little further in his blanket pile. "Acceptable."

The remote had been spared from the cleaning, settled on top of the side table, and Dib grabbed it. He stepped behind Zim before sitting down, leaning against one of the mattresses and clicking the TV on.

Gir popped out of a bundle of blankets, still hugging the moose, and he settled the side of his face on top of Zim's stomach. Zim stifled a burp.

"No cuddlies now, Gir, I'm still queasy."

"Aww, I want cuddlies, though…" Gir started whining, tilting his head with tears starting to brim in his eyes. Zim gnawed on the inside of his cheek for a few moments before sighing.

"Fine, but no pinching."

"Okay!" Gir grinned, immediately cheering up as he snuggled next to Zim's side. "We gonna watch tv?"

"Yes, we're watching tv." Zim confirmed, nodding at Dib to turn it on.

Dib waited until Zim was sufficiently distracted to discreetly take a picture of Gir cuddled up to his stomach. That one was going straight to the favorites album.