Poppy was glad when the pain was gone and secretly wished she had radio healing or whatever. That would come in handy considering how often Poppy bumped into things. Disregarding the though, there was no point in wishing for something she couldn’t have, Poppy sat down in her chair.

As Henrietta stretched with her breasts becoming very prominent, Poppy couldn’t help but surreptitiously glance down at her own. The medium-sized lumps were just sources of depression and disappointment so Poppy carefully wrapped her jacket around herself. 

“Yeah, um, not a date. I was, uh, sleeping.” Poppy answered even though Timothy had already said something. The blonde moved forward and laid her cheek on her palm, relaxing slightly.