At the Brownstone, Monday Night: Restoring a Few Celestial Powers
It was evening, and it had been a full week - nearly to the hour - that Metatron had spent in the body of a guinea pig, so Kiki figured it was about time to turn him back. And Gabriel, now that he had been rescued from the garden.
Kiki made a general announcement to the Brownstone inhabitants that they would be less a pet and a houseplant in short order, if they wished to watch or make their goodbyes - or hellos, as the case may be.
She placed them both in the middle of the family room, and - it didn't take much - with a wave of her hand and a poof of air, the guinea pig was again a great beam of light, and the potted begonia was again a... small crab.
Close enough.
Kiki made a general announcement to the Brownstone inhabitants that they would be less a pet and a houseplant in short order, if they wished to watch or make their goodbyes - or hellos, as the case may be.
She placed them both in the middle of the family room, and - it didn't take much - with a wave of her hand and a poof of air, the guinea pig was again a great beam of light, and the potted begonia was again a... small crab.
Close enough.