““Pippa,” Dad chimed in with the even tone of a mediator. “If you don’t want to go--” “Oh, she’s going .” Mom straightened as tall as she could get, towering over him with her power. “Arrangements have been set.” She turned to me again, still in giantess form. “Do you have any idea what it took to make this happen?” “Apparently your firstborn,” I muttered. She heard me. Yeah, it all went really well. I’d definitely be grounded right now if I weren’t in a foreign country.””
