The blue ball with no mouth

Previously

…I let out a long, shaky breath. It was over. The kitchen was returning to its normal, inanimate state. The armchair was probably still stuck in the doorway, but that was a problem for another day. For now, I had a blue alien scout trapped in a Tupperware container, a philosophical toaster, and a bossy spatula who had brokered a truce based on dairy products. I picked up the Tupperware, its weight a comforting reminder of my victory. I had to figure out what to do with this little blue sphere. Maybe a very secure shelf? Or perhaps a nice, dark cupboard. For now, though, I just wanted a cup of tea. And maybe, just maybe, a slice of toast. With plenty of butter.