Bro, I Shrank your Waifu4 (Rar&Nor)

Be Normal Norman.

 

>You are behind the oven keeping an attentive eye on what’s in it.

>The Aryan Beauty is sitting on the counter, legs dangling over the vertiginous drop.

>Well for her at least.

>For you it’s good ol’ countertop.

>“Is it going to take much longer? How long have we been waiting?”

“You were waiting, I was working. If you had helped me you wouldn’t be this bored.”

>“And come close to that stinking creature? No thank you.”

“Stinking maybe, but delicious once cooked.”

>“By the way darling, who on Earth possesses such things in his fridge and cook them for an absolutely normal evening?”

“Didn’t I tell you once? My uncle works in a restaurant, sometimes, he brings back some product for Mom. He says that ‘High Class cooking is one thing, but homemade one is another’. I suppose it is something only a cook can taste… Anyway, I learned a few tricks from him. Only to impress ladies with a taste for what is good. Also, ‘normal evening’ but an evening shared with you is a special occasion.”

>“Hmph, do you believe that you can bait me with food, like one tames some animal? You are the one who’s going to be disappointed.”

“I would be if you were this easy to fish. My most beautiful mermaid.”

>“Are you implying I smell like seafood?”

“Whu-? *Sigh* Nevermind…”

>You open the oven and get what’s inside.

“Gratin au Crabe, be careful, it is very hot.”

>“Mmh it does smell pretty good… How am I going to eat it anyway?”

“Here, a really tiny spoon.”

>“To me it is as big as a ladle. It would be positively unbecoming of me to eat in such fashion!”

“Do you have any other choices?”

>She reluctantly accepts the utensil.

>However, the layer of cheese is too though for her small size.

>After stifling a chuckle, you take a spoonful for you guest and, after consideration, blow cold air on it to cool it off before handing the silverware to Rarity.

>“Surprising,  I was almost expecting you to spoon-feed me, reducing my poor little self to child level as you retain your adult qualities…”

“Would you like it?”

>“… Maybe?”

>You smile and indulge her.

>A part of you wants to eat with the same utensil as her, but it would be way too impractical.

 

>Once you are both stated, you let the dishes in the sink submerged in water and carry mini Aryan to your bedroom.

“I don’t know about you but personally I can already hear my pillow callin’ for me.”

>“Agree, however, where will I sleep?”

“I was thinking about a shoebox, with a pillow in it as mattress and my cleanest and warmest shirt as blanket, for I sleep with window open even in winter and I would be a terrible host if I let my guest freeze to death in my own room.”

>“My parent also sleep in the cold, urgh, I couldn’t… ‘Warmest shirt’ you said? Are you going to give the one you are currently wearing?”

“Hm? Nah, the opposite, this one is fairly light, it’s the orange vest that is too warm… Wait. You were referring to body warmth weren’t you?”

>“Maybe darling, maybe…”

“Adorably sly lady… Annd done. Is it comfortable enough?”

>“Do I have any other choices?… But it is. Thank you Norman. Now if you don’t mind leaving the room for a moment.”

“May I ask why?”

>“I won’t disrobe myself in your presence dear even if I am thankful for helping me in my current situation.”

“Ho right, my apologies, I wasn’t thinking, nor did I want to imply anything I promise.”

>“No problems dear, I know that my presence usually suffice to make some men forget about even their names. Now off with you, shoo.”

“Were you hangin’ with Trixie lately? Or was your ego spared by the shrinking ray?”

>“I said ‘out’, now.”

>You obey, chuckling.

>After a moment her tiny voice indicates that you can come back inside.

>As you do you turn off the lights before walking to your bed.

>“And what are you doing now?”

“While I don’t mind getting changed in the same room as you, I still have some principles and as such, I will prevent you from seeing my birthday suit.”

>“Are you implying that I am this ‘basic’, Norman?”

“I’m implying that I am irresistible, wouldn’t you agree?”

>A silence.    

>Then, a clear, silver-like chuckle.

>“Maybe?”

>You tuck yourself in bed with a smile.

>Today, was a pretty cool day.