I'm sorry for anyone who actually waits for this. I noticed that my view count shot up like a delayed firework after 'S is for Shovel and K is for Knight' updated, therefore I'm drawing the conclusion that it's best to space my updates a little and wait for whenever that updates, though I'm sure it's just as inconsistent as me. I planned on uploading this one on the 12th... Oops? Bah, I was working on another, more overdue story, anyway.

Anyway, none of my questions are being answered! What the hell? Am I really that boring?

Short 4

Mona and Plague Knight reached the Magicist in a matter of minutes.

"We have an issue," Plague Knight informed her.

The Magicist looked to them. "What, that Mona never seems to put you down anymore and is acting like your mother?"

Mona seemed surprised by this and hastily plopped Plague Knight back on the ground, saying, "It's only been two days. And no, it's that Plague Knight is starting to act like he's a little kid. He demanded strawberry jam for his bread 5 minutes ago."

The Magicist looked shocked and glanced about the immediate area.

"What are you doing?" Plague Knight asked.

"Looking for the alien pod," the Magicist replied smoothly, moving on swiftly when she realized neither alchemist was amused. "Maybe… no, you couldn't have."

"What?" The shortened knight asked, getting worried.

"I'm thinking that you messed up the potion worse than we thought."

"How?"

"I think you may have changed your age, not height."

"What?!" Both alchemists shrieked.

"Yes, not exactly ideal, is it? At least we caught it, right? If you hadn't realized until after we made the reversal potion, you likely would have been abnormally stretched, or nothing would have happened at all and 12 chickens would have died for nothing."

"Wait, what about 12 chickens?" Plague Knight asked, but was ignored.

"Anyway, I assume that the child-like behavior is an unfortunate byproduct of this."

"Anything else we have to worry about?" Mona asked.

"I'm assuming that you've noticed a change in your muscles?"

"Yeah, I can't even jump half my height now. Do you know how long it to me to build up my leg muscles so I could actually get around anywhere beyond my lab?"

The Magicist nodded. "As I feared. It's also likely that your bones are weaker, too."

Plague Knight groaned. "But they were already so pathetic to begin with!"

The Magicist nodded again. "Yes, so don't go falling out of a tree."

"Why would I be in a tree?"

"I don't know. Be careful regardless."

"What are you, my mother?"

"No, that's Mona's job."

"Excuse me, what?" Mona piped up.

"Oh yeah, I hope you never planned on dating him, because you'll be seeing him as your son more than anything else by the end of this."

Mona was rather annoyed at this. "I am not his mother, nor will I take up the responsibly. He is perfectly capable of taking care of himself."

"Didn't you have to be there just so he could get his breakfast earlier?"

"Yeah, but he just needs a stepladder or something."

"Fair enough, but there are more than enough places that he can't reach now, so you're either going to have to buy a lot of stepladders, or you're going to end up lugging one around for him, and after a day you'll likely just resign to your fate."

Mona fixed the Magicist with a glare. "I'm done here," she growled, turning and stalking away.

Plague Knight blinked, not entirely sure what just happened. "OK… anything else that might be of concern?"

"Uh, your immune system may have taken a hit, therefore allowing for a fair dose of irony in the off-chance you get sick."

Plague Knight groaned.

Very short, I know. I'm sure it will get better, right? Right? Yeah, right. I think.

Anyway, I'm not sure if it will really pan out, but I do kind of want that to be a small sub-plot, where the Magicist annoys Mona about taking up the role of her now young crush. So sad!