With assurance the flow of gas is fully stopped and she’d gulped up whatever was left in her mouth, Tavi was finally able to spit the puffy tank out and cast it aside, with any swelling now just coming from the residual reactions of the dense gas becoming its far less dense inert decay product. She’ still in for quite a puffy night now, but at least the swelling is slowed down some - just an average evening in her house, really~