“So let me get this right,” Phebe said, taking a sip of her coffee. “You bought this house, that I live in. You shrank yourself where I could find you. And you don’t want to make yourself normal sized?”
“Well… no… I…”
“Sounds to me like you just want to live in a house with giants.”
You weren’t ready for her to be so confident and quick. And you weren’t ready for interaction. This was just supposed to be an intel mission of sorts, and one you clearly hadn’t planned out well.
“Nooooo, no I don’t. I want to live here alone, normal sized.”
Phebe placed her cigarette between her lips, and reached back and pulled her hair into a ponytail. While she was distracted you looked back at the windowsill and realized you had to get to the shrinking device. You decided to play along in hopes you could eventually turn the tables.
“Okay. Maybe you’re right. Maybe I do want to live with giants.”
Phebe picked up her phone and sent a text, then removed the cigarette from her mouth and crushed it out in the ashtray.
“My family will be home in a couple of hours. I think they’ll be pleased to meet our new housemate.”
She closed the laptop and got up and refilled her coffee cup.
“I’m going to go in the living room and read my book, roomie, do you want to come with me or just chill on the table?”
You looked back at the device and realized there was currently no real way to access it. You decided maybe you should befriend Phebe so you could trick her later.
“Uh, I’ll go with you.”
“Hmmm, what’s the best way to carry you?”
“I got on the table by sneaking into your cigarette pack,” you replied.
“Sounds good to me,” she said.
You crawled back into the cigarette pack and could feel her lifting it off the table. She swung her arm as she walked, and every time it pitched forward you felt like you were going to slide out and fall to the ground. You wrapped your arms and legs around the cork colored filter of one of the cigarettes.
Before you could react Phebe’s giant chubby fingers fished out the cigarette with you on it, and she placed you in between her lips and let the unlit cigarette dangle.
“You can climb out now tiny, the pack is on the end table,” she said, the cigarette bouncing in her lips and giving you a good shake.
“I’m not in the pack, I’m on your cigarette butt, between your lips!” you yelled.
She pressed her lips down tight a few times.
“Oh my god, you really are,” she laughed.
You heard the click of the lighter, and felt her press down as she took a drag off of the cigarette. Smoke poured out of her lips and nose making you cough.
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