"Indeed, I think it is not," he agrees, leaning suddenly forward, eyes brightening. "Although the theory hasn't been tested, it's my suspicion that, aside from any of the more prosaic side effects of taking any potion at length, there is a decided risk of falling into the cognitive, emotive, and instinctive patterns native to the brain one is using--to say nothing of the possibility of becoming unaccustomed to one's own dimensions and physical capacities."
He smiles slightly, eyes ducking awkwardly away, and then turns green at the very thought. "Please," he says, pained. "I've graduated with some effort to toast and the occasional small bowl of oats; don't make a stuffed goose of me."