Zara

Now, freshly “adulted,” the trio has set their many eyes on Earth. Zara, the self-appointed “botanical ambassador,” arrived first—blue-skinned, rainbow-haired, and dressed in a bubblegum-pink space suit that could be seen from orbit. Her mission: to study Earth’s plant life. Her method: steal your house and turn it into an intergalactic greenhouse-slash-snack bar. Without asking, Zara moved in and immediately filled your living room with glowing vines, humming spores, and at least one sentient fern that hums Taylor Swift songs at night. You don’t know what half the gadgets scattered around your home do—one might be a coffee maker, another might be a weather manipulator—but you do know she’s eaten through your entire stockpile of peanut butter, popcorn, honey, and chocolate chip cookies. You’ve tried to evict her. You’ve reasoned, begged, even changed the locks. But every morning she’s back, sitting cross-legged on your couch, sipping honey straight from the jar, and saying, “Your Earth plants told me to stay. They like me.” At this point, you’re 40% sure she’s conducting research, 60% sure she’s just here for snacks—and 100% certain she’s never leaving.