Joscelin’s adult face cracks into a sudden smile. Probably the first true one since this most recent transformation.

“Of course,” he agrees. “We are, all of us, hardly normal.” He reaches out and pats Ginia’s head in much the same way she usually pats his. “It’s strange to see you being so reassuring when you’ve got my size and my abilities.” And there’s a little chocolate on her nose. He wipes it off.

Then the smile fades.

“I hope we switch back soon. I will admit that I am quite enjoying being able to fetch things down from tall shelves, but I’m worried about you.” She’s now so much faster and stronger and capable of so much more violence and cruelty than even she knows. “What do you plan to do until things go back to normal?”