Your reassuring smile gradually slips from your face while you start to consider the circumstance. Like most anyone your age you're at least a little familiar with Pokémon, even if you never touched a game in your twenty four years of life you can still name a few of them from memory.
There's Pikachu, obviously. Then, Eevee, a favorite among your few gamer friends back in school.
And... uh... Char-something. Man, how many of them were there again?
"So," Eve's soft spoken tones stir you from your mental wanderings, "not to sound rude but, might I ask what you are? I've never met another Pokémon quite like you."
Something about her choice of words gives you some pause.
"W-I-I'm not a Pokémon, I'm human."
She just stares at you with a confused expression, long ears flopping over themselved as she cocks her head at you like an intrigued puppy. It's distractingly adorable, you almost missed her response. "'Not a Pokémon?' Then, what are Humans? You aren't making sense, Sarah."
Your turn, now, to look confused. Do humans not exist here?? I'm pretty sure they do in the games, right? I- aaaaauugh.
A wave of nauseating dizziness takes hold and you're forced to clap your hands over your face to try and stave off the inevitable vomit.
"*MmNMglk* Gonnapuke- mmph!"
"Oh, bathroom! Down the hall to your right, first door!"
You're sprinting out the door before she's finished giving directions. You swing the bathroom door wide and throw yourself across the porcelain rim without a moment to spare. You're only thankful your stomach was mostly empty.
...
Why is her toilet so freaking big?
With the threat of soiling your savior's floors abated you realize the excessively large basin is only a couple inches below your chin. Which, as a six foot tall woman, seems more than a little extreme.
With a glance to either side you notice the rim is roughly as wide across as your fully outstretched elbows, and the handle sits on a massive tank another four feet above your head!
It was about then Eve siddles up behind you, and starts petting the back of your head while keeping your hair restrained.
"You gonna be alright?" You simply nod, and try to catch your breath.
"Alright. I'll go get something to help settle your tum. And maybe a bucket. Be back soon, 'kay Sarah?"
You feel her loose your long auburn hair against your back, and spin about to ask about the strange proportions of her bathroom before she gets too far.
"Wait, what's with the size of this thing? How do you flush?"
She looks at you with that same quizzical expression.
"I... grow? Duh? Did you hit your head or something, do I have to take you to a center?"
Vaguely the mention of "centers" sounds familiar, something about healing pokémon.
"Nnno, my head's fine. What do you mean you 'grow'? Like, you get taller?"
"Well yeah. What, you don't?... Is that what you meant when you said you're not a 'mon?!"
"Among other things. Yeah. Listen, I know it sounds crazy, and no it's not brain damage talking! I think I'm... not from here. Where I'm from pokémon like you don't exist, and we humans all stay the same size once we reach adulthood."
Eve's eyes lit up with wonder as you spoke. By the end the look on her face was hard to read, somewhere between fascinated and perplexed, and maybe some pity.
"So humans really can't change sizes. *phew*, That's gonna make your life hard here. But I guess I don't have to tell you that, huh?"
She starts to turn for the door again, but you blurt out one last question before she leaves.
"H-how does it feel? To get bigger, I mean."
You really don't know why you would ask that.
Eve looks back with a little grin splaying her muzzle, and says...
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