OOC: I can organize that. Oh, and you too!<br/><br/>Chris suited Ptricia's words to actions and balled up, tumbling considerably further than her, and landing in an awkward splay of limbs. Groaning and sitting up, he rubbed his head, retrieving his fedora. "Ow. Why exactly did we need to do that? And can we go back to normal size yet?" He stood up and walked over to Ptricia, poking her slightly. "You alright?"