[Her hand finds his leg, and she gives his knee a little squeeze before she's curling up beside him. Not comfortable enough that she will not be able to move, of course—the kettle still needs to boil—but enough that she can nuzzle into his neck.]

I still do not know how it happened... or how I was able to turn back.

[A little sigh that ends with a snort.]

I only wish that my "toy form" would be a little easier to manage.