Em: “I don’t understand! This scarf was supposed to be six feet long! But every time I add a row, it just… disappears into my lap!”
Sp: “Maybe it’s not getting shorter, Ember. Maybe you’re just getting… wider?”
Em: “Quiet, Spike! A Dragon Lord does not ‘get wider.’ The fabric is clearly shrinking from the heat of my… ummm… tactical insulation! Now help me find the needle, I think it rolled under my third chin…”