Your eyes brighten as an idea comes to you. "Well, there's something downstairs I want to show you!"
"Hm? If that's all it is, can it wait until the groceries are put away?"
You think for a moment, but decide it would be best not to argue. "I guess."
It takes only a couple of minutes for everything to get put where it belongs, although you're a bit uncoordinated in Anne's body thanks to your now shorter legs and arms. But it's soon over, and you grab your mom by the elbow and lead her to the basement, where the machine waits for you.
"Oh, goodness," she says. "What on earth is this?"
Before you can explain, she's already reading the manual, a curious expression on her face. You decide to just let her, since trying to distract your mother while she's reading has always been a good way to get her in a bad mood. After about a minute of uncomfortable silence, your mom looks at you. "Anne, I'm not going to ask how you found this, but why would you want to show it to me?"
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