Urd sighed, reaching out to feel the abundant fur that had sprouted. "Just cutting it wouldn't do anything...it'd just grow right back." Her expression changed from thoughtful to annoyed in an instant. "And, for your information, I didn't do a thing to you. I told you not to touch that table! What are you, a little kid? You always do the opposite of what people tell you?"

She stood up, moving to her work space, scowling. "I'll have to make an antidote. Just...just stay there, okay?" Urd glanced over her shoulder at him, smiling with grim promise. "And if you touch anything else, I swear I'll leave you like that...and add little bows, too!"

With that, she began clearing off the mess he'd made of her table.