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“It’s not my favorite, but I’m glad I can drink this stuff.” You can stand it! The big victory is that you can season some food with it and not be repulsed.
“...I thought you were loving it.” Wilma was expecting the total opposite answer with how eager you were drinking.
“Don’t tell me you’re trying to find confidence with this?” Matilda thought you were better than this.
“Hey. I can talk about whatever I want.” You won’t be looked down upon.
“Do it.” Matilda crosses her arms, she’s a little more pushy than normal, or maybe your senses are a little off.
“Well, I’d like to know what it felt for you to become flatties.” You don’t know how to word this in a way that isn’t awkward.
“I’m not following.” Wilma looks a tiny bit confused as she takes a sip of her wine.
“During the body swap.” You clarify.
“You mean like…?” Wilma looks down to her chest. You nod. “Uhm, don’t you already know what it is like? You’re a man!” She’s laughing because of the absurdity of your question.
“I have pecs.” You have an athletic build! “But you know what I mean, Odetta and Fiora are...”
“She’s hiding more than you think.” Matilda points out. Odetta is malnourished and uses baggy clothes, so maybe she’s right...
“Still, I want to know how this felt for you two!” You feel like they’re not trying to be honest with you!
“I suppose that it reminded me of how lighter I used to be.” Wilma remembers her times as a tiny sweet tomato... “But Fiora’s legs were so long that they were hard to control. I felt so clumsy! Always wary of falling on my face.”
“Do… you really believe <span class="mu-i">my</span> chest is big?” Matilda doesn’t believe her Tildas to be of significance.
“They’re of considerable size, yes.” You adjust your glasses.
“Take in consideration all the people you know. Do you really categorize me that way?” Matilda is in a thinking pose.
“If both of you aren’t considered sizable, then I’m unsure how the world works.” You get real for a moment.
“Grace. Chio. Nariko. Kata. Picture them in your head. Those are big.” Matilda demands another assessment. “I’m not talking about disproportionate sizes like Uccelli’s. Just regular big. How about now? Where do you categorize me?”
“That’s not how measurements work. You don’t need to feel inadequate. I like your chest.” You respond like it’s a normal thing to say.
“Of course you do, my body is magnificent. Perfectly proportionate and crafted.” Matilda is proud of that fact. She has never been shy about it. “But they’re not big in the grand scheme of things.”
“C-Calling them big is a compliment, Mat. You and Wilma have beautiful chests!” You’re confused!
“We are <span class="mu-i">not</span> the same. Hers are bigger. Look and compare them.” Matilda puts Wilma by her side so you can make the comparisons.
