"You're like a little kid." She teases.
Your face turns red. "Not nice," you tell her.
She squints and grins.
"Got it wrong," she says. "I mean you ask a lot of questions."
You stare into her eyes, an eyebrow raised. She nods at you.
"I just want to know how you're shrinking me and making yourself grow... I mean, and why didn't you ask me if..."
"Ahem..." she interrupts.
"Like I SAID..."
She raises an eyebrow back.
"You ask a lot of questions. Too many, in fact."
You open your mouth, she clears her throat again, putting one hand to her face, finger over her lips.
"Sssshhh... Don't worry. It'll be okay."
You gulp.
"...and besides," She points her fingers at her chest, one to each breast. "Look what I can do..."