As Nova pressed on the apprach, Penny only pretended to wander further away–
–doomf! hitting the front desk of the Sports Club booth.
She was confused by what sounded like another girl, somewhere right in front of her. She was even more vexed by the sight of a miniature lady resting on the booth table: a living person, no larger a Borbie™ doll.
Penny stared down at the pixie with mad bewilderment.
