"I've got an idea!" She carries you back into the front room, a motion that‘s so fast all three of your little heads get vertigo, and you can't really tell up from down as long as she keeps moving. When she finally settles down, you're sitting beside a plastic rectangle a few inches shorter than you in your pot, though it's at least twice as wide. A register... You're sitting by the checkout counter. Your biggest body, the one that you can concentrate on the easiest, is facing directly out. The youngest body is facing out towards the window, and the middle body is facing back behind the counter. How that‘s possible when a few of your bodies were facing in before you can't tell, but the fact that your dirt has been agitated might be some clue to you. Marisa is standing in front of the register with her jacket on and a backpack over her shoulder, and is in the middle of talking to you as though you had just been having a conversation. "-the window is the first place in the shop to get hit by the sun. This way you will be able to meet my clients. Maybe one of them can help you. If not... I'm going to get some fertilizer to help you grow big enough to use the register. Don't think that just because my spell may've not worked quite as we expected means that you get a free ride around here! Even plants have to work when Witches are involved.
You want to reply, to argue, to ask how in the world things have changed so fast, but by the time you've collected all your thoughts... and there are many more than usual... she's gone and you're alone in the shop. "Well, this sucks," your oldest body says, looking down and running a finger down her front, stopping at the "dress" of tiny strawberry shoots.
"It could be worse," a small voice reminds you, echoing off the glass before you hear it. You realize you just said those words, but at the same time, you don't feel quite the same emotions as the small version of you does, even though you can see your own bigger reflection through her eyes. Exactly how does that work? How can you be somebody and not be them? That question will have to wait, you suppose.
"Look, can I just rest? It's cold in here. The night will go faster if I sleep." That was the teenage voice, whom you can't help but agree with completely. The morning comes, though you don't remember any sleeping. The instant you stopped talking to yourself though, the time just started to blur together. The next moment, someone was unlocking the door and coming inside. But to your horror, you realize it isn't Marisa. Instead, it's one of her employees...