Five business days later

"Jeb! What on earth is that?" yelled Dr. Martinez when Jeb came in with a huge package.

"Ummm…it's a karaoke machine." Jeb admitted guiltily. "I thought we could have a karaoke party, the kids could have some fun, get the old adrenalin flowing, and peel Max off the couch. You know lots of family singing fun."

Dr. Martinez stared blankly. "I'm tone deaf."

"Oh…" said Jeb, getting an idea, "You can announce songs with Total then."

Dr. Martinez grudgingly agreed to allow the large box into her house.

Five seconds later

"Can we blow it up?" asked Gasman and Iggy in unison.

"NO!" yelled Jeb. "What's wrong with this family? Why doesn't anyone appreciate musical fun?" he paused and thought about it. "It must be the bird DNA."

"Iggy, could you set that thing up?" asked Dr. Martinez "The last thing I need is cords every where to trip over."

"Sure." The blind bird boy responded. He deftly opened the box and ran his hands over the contents.

Ella watched in amazement as Iggy began to assemble the Karaoke machine, pulling different colored wires from their plastic wrapping and putting them in the different outlets. Suddenly he stopped and turned to face her, her reflection bouncing at her from his sunglasses.

"Do you want to help? I don't work very well with people watching over my shoulder."

"I don't really know how I can help… I was just in awe of how well you were putting it together, especially since you're… oh, never mind." It was like this whenever Ella started talking with Iggy. She always got all tongue tied, and then would blurt out something stupid about his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm blind, I know. You can say it, it won't kill me." Iggy handed her the manual that came with the machine. "You can read this, and make sure I'm not making an explosive. Thus far I've been working on instinct to put this together, and my instinct often ends with things going boom."

Iggy mentally slapped himself. 'Things going boom'? He sounded like Gasman. It was like this every time he talked with Ella, he got all tongue tied, and it didn't help that his eyes obviously bothered her. He smiled in spite of himself as he felt her kneel beside him, and open the manual.

"Let's see here… the red cable connects to the left port…" Ella watched in wonder as Iggy disconnected the cable from the centre port and out it in the proper place. "Wow. Can I ask a question?"

"Yeah, sure, shoot."

"How did you know it was that cable that was red?"

Iggy smiled wider, and realized no one had ever asked him how he managed before; they just let him figure things out. It was nice to have someone to explain things to.

"Well, all packages have the wires in the same order. The red is on the right, the white is on the left, and the yellow is in the middle. I like the red one best." Then realizing that he had once again referred to bomb making, he added, "Red's my favorite color, it has been since… forever."

Iggy was mentally slapping himself again, 'Dammit! I don't need to keep drawing attention to my eyes, and color and UGH! This is so stupid; I should just tell her I like her.'

"Um, can I ask-" they both said in unison, then blushed

"No you first" once again at the same time

"Oh, okay -"

They both sighed. A game of rock paper scissors ensued, which Ella won. A discussion occurred, which resulted in much blushing, admittance of many unmanly feelings, and the formation of a plan. (Don't worry, more information will be revealed… eventually)