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Stolen from the lovely shanachie_quill.

In honor of All Hallow's Eve, I'm inviting trick-or-treaters to my 'door.' Comment "trick-or-treat" to this post and...well, you know the drill. Treats can be anything that strikes my fancy (pics of fave actors or pairings, one sentence fics, graphics, a few words why I'm glad tohave you on my flist, etc. etc.). The more "houses" to visit the more fun it'll be, so go ahead, open your journal and help spread the fun!

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“This is NOT funny.”

Henry attempted not to laugh at the tiny, squeak of a voice that had issued the statement. Kate was snickering, but mostly containing her amusement and Biggie was sniffing at the tiny thing with curiosity. Tesla was gleeful over the success of his work and Magnus just looked cross.

“He still mostly smells the same; he does smell a bit softer.”

“HEY!” Henry imagined that was supposed to sound quite indignant but it sounded more like a hiccup than anything.

“I would call this a success and for a bottle of that fantastic Cabernet Sauvignon in celebration,” Tesla said to Helen, grinning.

“Oh no, you turn him back now. I need him!” Helen protested. Henry imagined that Will might have been touched under other circumstances, but at the moment he just looked angry.

“Oh that is just ridiculous,” Tesla protested, “He’s small, not dead.”

“I’m tiny!” Will screeched, attempting to kick Tesla in the shins in the process. If he managed to connect his foot to Tesla’s shin, Henry couldn’t tell and Tesla did not give away he’d noticed Will. Obviously, Kate had seen this too because her shoulders were shaking from the laughter she was not managing to hide. Biggie was still in the floor, occasionally sniffing, clearly fascinated.

“Yes, but you’re not hurt,” Tesla said, he looked down at Will only momentarily before dismissing him again.

“Do you even know the repercussions this could have on his system? You could have done seriously damage. What the hell were you thinking?”

“Helen, I made this for much more complex creatures than Will. This is for you. Think how much room you’ll save when all your houseguests in the Sanctuary are less than a third of their normal size. Now, I would very much like to see if that 1989 Clinet Pomerol is worth the glass they used to bottle it.”

“No.”

“No?!”

“No. No wine for you until Will is back to his normal size.”

“But I do my best thinking with wine!”

“If you don’t hurry up and fix him, I will stick you with all the paperwork he normally does and do not think I won’t find a way to make you Nickola,” and with that she turned on her very sharp heel and charged out of the room.

“So ungrateful,” Tesla said looking annoyed. He turned to Henry. “Well come on boy we have work to do!” Then he turned and left the room.

“How did I get volunteered for this?” Henry asked, but he knew already no one was going to answer him. Biggie had picked up Will from under his arms and was examining him much the way parents do when they think their babies have dirty diapers. Will was clearly unhappy with this turn of events and had started kicking and yelling things like “Hey! Stop!” and “Cut that out!”

And Henry finally saw a real life example, thanks to Kate, of what “rotflmfao” looked like.