"It really is," she agreed. "If any more of them show up, we'll need a bigger house. Not that I would mind that all."
She set the teapot on the table, along with two cups, milk, and sugar. A plate of naan follwed, steam still rising from the hot bread. "There was actually something I could use your help on," she admitted. "I ran across a photo of myself from my trip last year, let me find it for you." She ducked into her bedroom, picking up the picture from her bedside table and returning to the kitchen.
"I found it when I was cleaning out my dresser the other day," she said, handing it to him. "I changed back on the trip, but about three days after I got back, I reverted to this form." She tapped the picture. "I miss that face. I would love to change form, I just...don't have the power anymore."