Zasha clapped his hands together once in relief at Clay producing the missing piece of alien technology, giving a wide smile. He casually hefted the cube up from it's place on the table, turning it around this way and that in his hands as he looked it over. The Andalite's comment caused him to look up from the device, his curious look shifting into an amused and mischievous smirk.

[color=mediumpurple] "Oh I dunno," [/color] He returned his gaze down to the device as if sizing it up. [color=mediumpurple] "It's pretty big, and us human's don't come with built-in pockets to hide things in." [/color] He paused in faux-thought, even pursing his lips for effect. [color=mediumpurple] "Well, there is one." [/color] The long haired teen flicked his eyes up towards Clay, giving him a sly look and an exaggerated waggle of his eyebrows. [color=mediumpurple] "But Clay strike's me as the type to require at [i]least[/i] a nice dinner first and some scented candles." [/color]

He made sure to keep watch on the aforementioned teen to see his reaction, but allowed himself a moment of more serious consideration. Lightly tossing the cube from hand to hand for a moment, he eventually shrugged and suggested the only thing that made any sense to him.

[color=mediumpurple]"Fire up the morphin' cube, slap a hand on someone, borrow some clothes, say you're a visiting friend from out of town. Easy-Peasy-Lemon-Squeezy."[/color]