[Kit had been in the main part of the little house arranging some feathers by size to be made into quills, and maybe setting a few of the more colorful ones aside for herself, when she hears someone talking from her room.]
Hmm?
[Puts down the feathers to go and investigate. She doesn't see anyone at first, but when she realized that the voice was coming from under the bed. She crouches down to look underneath and sees a familiar someone.]
Pitch? How'd you get under my bed?
[Kit isn't angry, just confused. And curious. But the question implies more than just curiosity as to how he got into the house without her noticing.
Normally, the space under Kit's bed would be a very tight squeeze for someone Pitch's size. But while the space hasn't gotten any bigger, and Pitch certainly hasn't gotten any smaller- a good thing too, since no resident of the Tree, including Pitch, has the size to spare-, somehow, Pitch fits underneath quite comfortably, with a little room to spare.]
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Hmm?
[Puts down the feathers to go and investigate. She doesn't see anyone at first, but when she realized that the voice was coming from under the bed. She crouches down to look underneath and sees a familiar someone.]
Pitch? How'd you get under my bed?
[Kit isn't angry, just confused. And curious. But the question implies more than just curiosity as to how he got into the house without her noticing.
Normally, the space under Kit's bed would be a very tight squeeze for someone Pitch's size. But while the space hasn't gotten any bigger, and Pitch certainly hasn't gotten any smaller- a good thing too, since no resident of the Tree, including Pitch, has the size to spare-, somehow, Pitch fits underneath quite comfortably, with a little room to spare.]