Geralt looked at Micheal with a smirk, "Yes, I did. Except I hadn't really worked out how to control it, and it grew too fast and far before I could do anything about it, other than pass out from lack of blood to my brain. When I did get back to the world of the sane, I started with more... controllable changes."<br/><br/>Nodding, she stands and dusts her clothes off, and then picks her bag up. Her cheeks redden as it catches on her short skirt, hiking it up further than it already was. "Oops" she said, managing to get it to actually sound as genuine as it was. "It would be good, just ignore that hot chocolate I said before, and slap me if I order it when we get there."