[ If she thinks he's tall now, wait until the serum wears off and he grows another couple of inches. But the height certainly helps in cases like these, where he has to track someone through a crowd. And it could always be worse, at least the person he's trying to follow has distinctive horns and wings that make them stand out from the crowd as well.
When he feels small fingers take hold of the hem of his sleeve, he glances down, offering Laura a smile of reassurance, and tries to manage his pace in chasing down the waiter so that he isn't dragging her along faster than she can follow.
But boy, that waiter sure doesn't want to be stopped, do they? ]
Um, excuse me? Mr.— Ms...? [ He can't actually tell this fae person's gender. Maybe they don't have one? ] Uh— Person with the brownies? Could you, maybe... Could we grab a couple?
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When he feels small fingers take hold of the hem of his sleeve, he glances down, offering Laura a smile of reassurance, and tries to manage his pace in chasing down the waiter so that he isn't dragging her along faster than she can follow.
But boy, that waiter sure doesn't want to be stopped, do they? ]
Um, excuse me? Mr.— Ms...? [ He can't actually tell this fae person's gender. Maybe they don't have one? ] Uh— Person with the brownies? Could you, maybe... Could we grab a couple?