“I do.”Gazzy handed him a cup, andIggy said, “No, the blue one’s mine.”

Gazzypushed him the blue cup, then looked up as we all realized that no one had mentioned cup colors.Iggy picked up his cup and drank, not seeming to notice anything odd.

“Which blue cup,Ig?” I asked casually. “Light or dark?”

“Light,” he said.

We were all silent, and thenIggy frowned. “Huh. Did you guys tell me what colors the cups were?”

“Nope,” I said quietly.

He stared at the table, then shook his head. “I’m still- I still can’t see squat. No vision. Nothing.” He reached out his hand, moving it slowly until he felt his cup. “But this cup is blue.”

Gazzypushed over another cup. “What’s this one?”

Iggyfelt for it, then closed his hand around it. “Yellow?”

“Yeah,” Fang said. “How about this?” He put the pizza menu intoIggy’s hand. “What color is it?”

“Green?”Iggy asked. “It feels green.”

No one said anything for a while as we digested this new development. I remembered whatJeb had said, about how we might be mutating on our own, without planning. Nudge seemed to be thinking the same thing. She timidly reached out her hand, and when it was a few inches away, her fork flew into her grasp.

“Have you guys been playing in toxic waste again?” Fang asked severely, putting his hands on his hips.

Nudge giggled. “No.”

“Been bitten by a radioactive spider?” Fang went on. “Struck by lightning? Drink a super-soldier serum?”

“No, no, no,” saidIggy. He started reaching for things around the table, and his hand landed on Total. “You’re black.”

“I prefer canine-American,” said Total. “When’s that pie coming? I’m starving.”

“What about me?” Nudge asked, puttingIggy’s hand on her face.

He smiled. “You’re sort of a chocolate-milk-slash-coffee color,” he said in wonder.

“Like, mocha,” saidGazzy.