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Aayla woke up feeling uncomfortable and sore. She had a crick in her neck, and the distinct feeling that something very weird had happened. She then very rapidly noticed two things: She was sitting on a human male's lap, and her clothes were several sizes too small for her. She blushed bright purple as she hopped off, grabbed her wand, and enlarged her robe and boots in short order. The memory of the chocolates and her short-lived second childhood hit her abruptly. Oh dear. She sighed. At least this time she hadn't been making a fool of herself over short humanoids in wrestling masks.

She nudged at the human (Charles Ofdensen, her mind informed her) and hoped he wasn't the type to lash out suddenly when waking in a strange place. "Excuse me. Are you awake?"