"Plenty of Bohinens to go around," Venus reminded him. "I don't think she's met my mother yet, but she'll really want to. And she wasn't tiny. Not like Tinkerbell or anything. She was taller than me. I think the tiny thing is just a myth. She showed me glamours, though. Not the kind of stuff I can do, but hardcore glamour. She changed the entire apartment. It was snowing in here." Apparently she'd done worse with Willow. For a while the only real explanation she'd received was 'WE. HAD. CUSTOMERS.' So Venus had assumed that, once again, it had been pretty hardcore.
Venus shifted slightly, pulling the foot August had released under her body. "I don't know that it was ever entirely off," she said. "It wasn't in my mind. That was always the longterm goal. But we've started getting serious about it. I've got a dress and we've set the date - the tenth of January, by the way, so save it."