[Such simple joy handing a smiling girl a cup of tea. Yes, this was definitely Signum's kind of relax--]
[The first feeling Signum has of something wrong is in the middle of her second sip. The fact that the resulting spilled tea as she chokes makes it all the way to her lap unimpeded is her first clue as to what is wrong.]
[She stands, gripping the table the teapot was on and regards her new, just as muscular but far less...full...figure, speaking in an even huskier voice than normal.]
no subject
[Such simple joy handing a smiling girl a cup of tea. Yes, this was definitely Signum's kind of relax--]
[The first feeling Signum has of something wrong is in the middle of her second sip. The fact that the resulting spilled tea as she chokes makes it all the way to her lap unimpeded is her first clue as to what is wrong.]
[She stands, gripping the table the teapot was on and regards her new, just as muscular but far less...full...figure, speaking in an even huskier voice than normal.]
Wh-what the hell?