The Planning Process was something Reese enjoyed doing with everything she had. Usually, she spent months or years working on her plans. She researched topics like physics, biology, even minor laws in certain communities to get the answers she needed. She searched the meaning behind every Easter Egg and reference mentioned. If she was working with a laptop, it was a given she had 20 something tabs open.

Reese loved it.

Even if it was confusing the hell out of her snake. Reese hadn't paid much attention to the cobra as she worked. Zara watched until she had to go to work. Reese was covering her notebook with all of those strange letters that Zara had never seen before. Zara had even checked at work, those letters weren't in a language known to the planet.

Granted, there was a chance that Agent Helena the Hog was right and it was an alien language, but Zara had trouble believing an agent that said aliens about everything. Reese was a weird kid, she probably just made up the language. Like she and her friends made up all those crazy inventions every day.

Zara was only so curious about it because Reese used it all over these notecards of her's. Though the cards were always in varying types of colors, the letters were always the same. Zara wondered if maybe it was a form of shorthand...maybe that was why Zara didn't understand it.

==W&R==

Reese needed no such help. She had been working alone on these things for ages. She could do it. There was no need to go outside today, there was work to be done.

Then again- the universe rarely went about the way Reese asked. Her phone rang as Reese was working out the mechanics behind ray guns that reversed aging.

Phineas seemed to have taken her message of whic number to use. Reese picked up the workline phone. "Reese Martin, attorney consultation for hire. What do you need?" She greeted rapidly.

"Uhh- haha, hello there! JB with Har Har Toys! These two rockstars, Phineas and Ferb, said to call you for anything legal."

"Hello there Mr JB." Reese picked up a note card, scribbling down math equations while glancing to her laptop screen. "What product or service are Phineas and Ferb providing?"

"They've given us the hot new toy of the summer!" JB replied. Reese quickly opened a 21nd tab to find this new toy. "Perry the Platypus: Inaction Figure! It does nothing. Ha! I have no idea how they came up with it."

"Have they discussed payment with you already, or is this over another legal matter?" Reese asked, heading to tab #15. She was still working out the math of reverse aging.

"See, I offered to triple their salary-"

"As far as I'm aware, Phineas and Ferb aren't employees under your business." Reese explained. "This means they are working from a freelance position." She perched her phone onto her shoulder, leaning back against her pillows as she crunched numbers. "Considering that the toy in question is already being produced, my clients have completed the order. All that's left on your side is the matter of payment. They have no salary to triple, so you're offering to pay them money."

"No, see, they'll be paid in exposure-"

"My clients built a roller coaster through downtown at the start of summer, then a beach, wrote the song of the summer, and won a race. They don't need help in exposure." Reese countered. JB was silent at that counterpoint. "So I'll be fair with you. They get their names on any promotional items, in partner with your company as they are the ones putting in more effort I will admit. They will get 50% of all profits made from the toy-"

"50%?! No way! We'll give them 20!"

"40." Reese argued.

"20, plus we'll throw in extra for the idea itself."

"The idea belongs to Phineas and Ferb." Reese countered. "Sorry, but Perry is their actual pet so you can't claim the idea as your's."

"Oh that's a good point. 25! I won't go any higher than that."

Reese smiled. She had finally gotten the equation down! Huh, that villain was actually impressive with their maths. Reese put the notecard aside, heading to tab #3 to look at geometric clues again. "Mr JB, pleasure doing business with you. Feel free to email the contract over to Phineas and Ferb for signing. And of course to myself for"

"You've got guts, kid. I like it!" JB replied.

The phone call ended. Reese went about trying to locate an accurate comparison for the town she would be moving to after summer ended.

==W&R==

Reese was happy to stay in all day on this project. Zara hadn't been able to stay to watch, though she knew instinctively that Reese hadn't gone from the project at all today. Zara made sure to bring over some food for the child.

Reese ate it without a thought.

Yeah that child needed help.