[Man Mohammed, who arranges their bedroom without thinking about how easy it would be for a 6 inch tall person to navigate? Serious oversight here.
Tuuri looks up at the heavy, thick history books that are taller than she is-- ooh, that one looks pretty interesting, she should ask to take a look at it once they're regular size again-- but concedes that he has a point.] Mm, I think we might squish ourselves if we try to move that one, but... I can try to climb up onto the third shelf and toss a few down? I-If you don't mind.
[She realizes that she is suggesting that she throw someone else's books to the ground, which is probably the rudest thing she's said all day, so she follows that up with a quick] --But if you do mind it's totally okay! I can keep going and try to jump to the desk instead! Or we could try to throw a rope to the desktop and climb across it like in a spy movie! We don't have to move the books!
Well... [she looks up (way, way up) at the third shelf and sighs.] I'll see if I can get them down safely. If not, we'll think of something else! It'll be fine! And if you have a pile of clothes or something that you can put at the bottom of the bookshelf, even better!
[She starts to climb the bookcase, careful to avoid kicking or scuffing up the books on her way... as soon as she starts climbing, she realizes all the ways that she could damage Mohammed's stuff. This was a terrible idea! What was she thinking!] I'm sorry! I can stop and turn back and we can think of something else! I shouldn't have suggested it at all!
[Clothes. A brilliant idea. The ones in the drawers remain large, and they are of good enough quality to withstand a few books dropping on them. He'll just have to pick those that don't have to be dry cleaned.
He's already made one trip and is on the way back dragging a second shirt. He's shouts back up at her.] Don't worry! I'll keep an eye out when you're climbing down! If you'd rather jump, I can bunch up my clothes!
[...She was talking about being too scared to go up, right?]
O-okay, thanks! [Oh man, he sounds so confident in her!! How can she back out now? She just takes a deep breath and resolves to muscle through it, because what else can she do at this point? Eyes squeezed shut, she makes it up to the shelf with the paperbacks with an enormous sigh of relief.]
Okay, heads up! I'm going to start sending them down now... Do you want me to try passing them down to you? [Maybe if she gently lowers the book down, Mohammed will be able to grab it...? She starts tugging one of them at random, only to pause and look at the cover.] Ahaha, hey, I know this one!
[She knows it? Tuuri has always been an avid reader, so Mohammed isn't all too surprised. It's a compilation of writings about old, pre-writing cultures on various continents: Scandinavia, North America, Southern Africa, Australia, etc. It's a must-have for any history nut.]
Which is it?
[Good thing it's nothing embarrassing. Wouldn't it be terrible if it marked the end of his nonfiction and literature section?While Tuuri can only see the exposed back cover of the following book to the right, the description clearly describes it as a buddy cop thriller comedy. There's a stupid joke in one of the reviews.
He silently prays she remains on the left side of the shelf and hands over the Arabic classics.]
The collection of protohistories! This one has a great section on pre-Swedish Finland, I've probably read it a hundred times! [She passes it down to him as carefully as possible, given that it's both a favorite of hers and very heavy.] Ready... there!
[Time to reach for the next one. She pulls the one to the right of the hole next, looks at the title, and laughs.] I like this one too!
Careful! It's one of the older books! [He holds out his hands, and as the book falls, he attempts to grab the spine. Instead, it smacks his outstretched palms, knocks them downward, and lands on the cushioned floor. Hey, at least he slowed its fall.
He lifts and puts it aside. Next.]
Which on is it? [What was on the left side? Is it another book she read in school?]
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Tuuri looks up at the heavy, thick history books that are taller than she is-- ooh, that one looks pretty interesting, she should ask to take a look at it once they're regular size again-- but concedes that he has a point.] Mm, I think we might squish ourselves if we try to move that one, but... I can try to climb up onto the third shelf and toss a few down? I-If you don't mind.
[She realizes that she is suggesting that she throw someone else's books to the ground, which is probably the rudest thing she's said all day, so she follows that up with a quick] --But if you do mind it's totally okay! I can keep going and try to jump to the desk instead! Or we could try to throw a rope to the desktop and climb across it like in a spy movie! We don't have to move the books!
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[And. He might want to read those later. Poor books. At least they are a few years old at most.]
If you're fine with it. Jumping the desk might not be feasible.
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[She starts to climb the bookcase, careful to avoid kicking or scuffing up the books on her way... as soon as she starts climbing, she realizes all the ways that she could damage Mohammed's stuff. This was a terrible idea! What was she thinking!] I'm sorry! I can stop and turn back and we can think of something else! I shouldn't have suggested it at all!
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He's already made one trip and is on the way back dragging a second shirt. He's shouts back up at her.] Don't worry! I'll keep an eye out when you're climbing down! If you'd rather jump, I can bunch up my clothes!
[...She was talking about being too scared to go up, right?]
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Okay, heads up! I'm going to start sending them down now... Do you want me to try passing them down to you? [Maybe if she gently lowers the book down, Mohammed will be able to grab it...? She starts tugging one of them at random, only to pause and look at the cover.] Ahaha, hey, I know this one!
[Hopefully it's not anything EMBARRASSING...]
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Which is it?
[Good thing it's nothing embarrassing. Wouldn't it be terrible if it marked the end of his nonfiction and literature section?While Tuuri can only see the exposed back cover of the following book to the right, the description clearly describes it as a buddy cop thriller comedy. There's a stupid joke in one of the reviews.
He silently prays she remains on the left side of the shelf and hands over the Arabic classics.]
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[Time to reach for the next one. She pulls the one to the right of the hole next, looks at the title, and laughs.] I like this one too!
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He lifts and puts it aside. Next.]
Which on is it? [What was on the left side? Is it another book she read in school?]