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Eat Me, Drink Me

Scattered around the park are four smallish glass bottles filled with a mysterious liquid (tasting deliciously of cherry tart, custard, pinapple, roast turkey, toffy, and hot buttered toast). A paper label is attached to each, with the words "DRINK ME" beautifully printed on it in large letters.

Scattered elsewhere are four little glass boxes, containing small cakes on which the words "EAT ME" are beautifully marked in currants.

Neither is marked "poison," which is sensible since neither are poisonous. However, the Surgeon General, were he here, would probably be a little put out that other effects aren't warned about on the packaging.

((The bottles (in Frontierland, Tomorrowland, New Orleans Square, and Toon Town) make you shrink, the cakes (in Main Street, Fantasyland, Adventureland, and Critter Country) make you grow. Have fun!))

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Percy gave the kind-looking dog a pat on her head while he continued his search. If the bottles were left out in the open wouldn't the cure be in plain sight as well? "Starbuck, like the fish-woman?" he asked out loud, to no one in particular.

"Callsign." He found himself repeating the word because he didn't understand its meaning. Perhaps it was used like the way he used the Pimpernel? A possibility. "Lovely to make your acquaintance, little Madame Thrace." Saying such a thing probably vexed her greatly, but Percy couldn't help himself. He looked under a nearby bush and stated proudly, "My name is Sir Percival Blakeney."

"More like my reputation," she muttered. Who the hell was the fish-woman, anyway? "You don't know what a callsign is? Like in the military for a shorthand way to call your squad?" She had no idea where or when this guy was from, but surely there were soldiers where he came from, right? Still, it was sort of a pilot thing. Maybe he was from Earth before they had developed planes? She didn't know enough about Earth history to be sure.

So first she was 'lady' and now she's 'madame'? "You can cut with the formality, you know... Percival." It was only then that the name registered, and she had to stifle a laugh.

"Squad? Sink me, my lady, my mind doesn't think in military terms," Percy scoffed, still searching in vain for something to put this woman right. Secretly he wondered where in time she was from, or if she was from another world entirely, because why on earth would women be enlisted in the military?

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he huffed quietly. "I'll not speak to you like I would to a Parisian gutter rat. And please, Od's fish, Percival grows so tiring. Percy, please." He spotted something left on an unassuming bench and strode toward it quickly, scooping it up in his hand and staring at the tag.

"So if it doesn't think on military terms, what does it think on?" Starbuck attempted, doing such a good job at not snapping or being rude to the man. Adama would have been proud of her. "What do you do for a living... where ever you're from?"

As for the rest, she had absolutely no idea what a Parisian gutter rat was. Well, she knew what a rat was, but 'Parisian' escaped her entirely. She also had no idea what 'Od's fish' had to do with any of it, but Percy sounded a hell of a lot better than Percival, so she was prepared to accept it. "Right, Percy," she said, squinting up when she noticed him lifting an item off a bench. "Find something promising?"

"Fashion mainly. Tying cravats, dancing, going to the theater, writing poetry, riding, hunting... all the usual forms of entertainment." He feigned a scoff at her ignorance at what upper social circles do in their spare time. In reality he was wondering what she might do if she was in th military. Surely the government wouldn't send women to the front! "I'm from England," he frowned. He thought his accent rather obvious. "And I don't do anything."

Percy shook his head as he inspected the bottle in his hands, passing it back and forth carefully. If she drank it wouldn't she shrink to an even smaller size than she was now? No, there had to be another way. "Unfortunately I haven't. Seems you might be out of luck. Unless..." He brought his hand to his chin and crouched down beside the small woman. "I saw random pastries scattered about in my wandering. Perhaps those do the reversal of the devilry in the bottle."

((*catches cake triumphantly* XD))

She hadn't thought it was possible to meet a man girlier than Gaius Baltar. Clearly, she'd been mistaken. But at his answer to her uncertainty about where he came from, her eyebrows went up in curiosity. "England? I've got another friend around here from there. James? He's a wizard, though." It still sounded very weird to say that.

Starbuck was actually pretty grateful to see him crouch down. She had never been too happy having to look up as it was, unless she felt like she still had the upper hand. Being less than a foot tall was decidedly not that hand. "Random pastries?" Sador barked at that, and that made her pause. Which was stupid as the dog couldn't understand what they were saying. "Well, I'll try anything, really, at this point." Why would he think the pastries were related?

"Silly girl, wizards aren't-" Percy stopped himself. Wizards were real here, weren't they? Hence the shrunken woman standing below him. Percy reached out his hand to touch the dog's head, petting her with a kind of tenderness that was rare outside of certain friendly circles. "Pup, would you kindly watch over this young woman while I fetch a pastry?" he asked the dog quietly, not expecting it to answer.

"I'll be right back," he reassured her, standing tall and smoothing out his waistcoat. If the bottles said DRINK ME and the pastries said EAT ME, then it only made sense to have Miss Starbuck give it a try. He nodded his head and hurried off towards one of the lands in which he had seen the highly decorated cakes. Having found one in record time (was what that yelling in the air? It sounded like a giant bellowing...) he picked it up and carefully found his way back to where he had left the small woman and her dog.

Sador gave a small whine in the affirmative while Percy strode off in search of something that might help. Starbuck didn't exactly make it easy for the dog to watch her, however; being restless made her wander, and although it was simple enough to catch up with her at the moment, the dog was forever changing direction and going in circles around her friend.

Someone was shouting for a lady named Susan in a voice that made the ground tremble. Well, that was a little disturbing.

She sighed in relief when the strange man came back. "Please tell me you found something."

Percy presented the pastry when asked if he found something. "Here, best if you take a bite." He was about to make a snippy remark regarding her and taking orders from bottles and cakes, but decided that ship had sailed. He held it out to her with one hand and gave a steady pat to the dog, telling it quietly it had done just a very fine job indeed.

"We shall see if this works." He raised his eyebrow to her skeptically and waited.

That cupcake thing was gigantic.

Wasn't that kind of against the law of something? Her being able to eat... hell, nevermind. She dug her fingers into the thing (which was kind of fun, she had to admit) and took a bite of cake.

There was a swoopy sort of feeling in her stomach as the world righted itself again. Or she did. Either way. "Wow," she said from her normal height, cluching Percy's arm for a moment so her dizziness didn't send her back to the ground again. "Uh, thank you."

Percy was quiet sure he had never seen something so comical in his life when the miniature woman took a bite from the cake. Of course he was not about to laugh, no, the shock that the cake actually worked took care of that nicely.

He smiled and placed the cake upon the ground as Starbuck began to grow, wiping the crumbs from his hands before placing a hand to her back in a steadying sort of gesture. "You're quite welcome," he smiled, eying her carefully. "Are you feeling well?"

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