Bonney was eating happily, back to her normal size.
“….How is it?”
There. She’d asked. For all her peeping and finger-crossing and silent prayers that Bonney wouldn’t drop deader than a doornail, Bride was still on edge.
She hadn’t taken a meal from one of the fur dimensions. She’d actually cooked this time and, as usual, it made her nervous just getting near a stove.
The recipe was simple enough and she’d followed everything through to the letter. Now, all she needed was a little feedback. Maybe then she could breath again…











