Would she be willing to be a child again, forever? It was probably a mark of just how horribly the Narrator had been affecting her, but she'd do it. If it was her only choice, she'd do it, even if it meant having to eat enchanted chocolate every day for the rest of her life.

She took the squashy remains of the foil-wrapped egg from her pocket. "It's funny," she said, apropos of nothing, "I always thought chocolate was the answer to most of life's problems. It's a little weird to be proven right."