>>5889378>>5889389>>5889386>Ask if the offending admixture was Orangefarbender, since she has a legal disability as a little person nowShe throws a small dagger at you. It bounces harmlessly off of your thick woolen cloak.
"No you living dunce cap, obviously I was working with my own patented Violetter Verstärker."
Ah, the forbidden Prismatoxin, developed by none other than your sultry master.
>Assure her that she can still live a happy, normal life, even maybe keep being an assassin, since her booty doesn't clap TOO loudly"FOOL! It's not the size that counts, it's the motion in the ocean! I'd need to relearn everything to get the most out of this body. As it stands I'm as harmless as one of these dumb turtles."
>Speculate about possible cures, if it's still something she wants to fix even after all your wonderful and supportive reassurances"No no no this was a particularly nasty brew. To purge it from my system quickly we're going to need some REALLY weird stuff, as well as more Violette Blüte."
>Go aid the handyman with the eggs for some reason.>Ask just how she intends to get the ingredients then.>The ingredients are magic! Maybe a kiss from her true love(ing apprentice) might cure her?>Write-In. 