“Hmm, I can’t reach over to do your other arm,” said Pandora.

“I can help,” said Lennox.

He put his arms around her and then pivoted his body, so that she was carried over him and laid to rest on the other side of the futon. She then went to work on his dry arm, until he had experienced matching moisture.

“Can you imagine that sliding over your whole upper body and face at once,” she said.

“That’s what I’ve been thinking about almost all the time, since you started,” he said.

“You’re so young and sweet and delicious,” she said.

“You make me feel incredible, every time you say things like that,” he said, “I love it more than anything. The Incredible Edible Fan.”

“I think I’m tongue tired,” said Pandora, and fell back beside him.

“Your efforts were much appreciated,” said Lennox.

The next thing they knew they were waking up seven hours later to the sound of Pandora’s phone beeping in a text.

“It’s from Reba: Don’t worry about the car. Hope you two had a good night.”

“That doesn’t begin to describe it,” said Lennox.

Things were fairly uneventful until the day when the move was coordinated. It was not until Lennox came to play his part in it that he realised that there was one important thing that he and Pandora had overlooked. Thinking that Lennox was only playing out an act with Pandora, and that he had was going to honour her advice not to turn up on the day, Reba had neglected to show Lennox the location of the West Lindfield portal. They would be on their way to giant land, along with their teleported houses, and he would be left behind. Pandora would think he had been double crossing her all along. She might even take it out on Reba, who would think that Lennox had been taking her advice.

Then he remembered the mention of the G.R.O.W.T.H. agency. In at least one of their conversations, mother or daughter or both had told him about the West Lindfield earth based office of the agency, which was just near the Green Carpet Business College. Lennox got there as fast as he could and explained that he had arranged to meet some Upsizing friends of his, but without changing size himself. They’d forgotten to show him the location of the portal.

“It’s nothing to worry about. We use it all the time to liase between the earth offices and the giant land offices of the agency,” said the receptionist, “I can put the answering machine on and show you the way.”

She got him to the portal well enough, but he was an hour and a half later than the time they had agreed for Pandora to meet him and collect him. He ran through the portal and through the giant flowerbed on the other side.

“I’m here!” he called.

“I was beginning to think you’d changed your mind. I knew you were sincere that night on your futon,” said Pandora, now towering in front of him.