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Alex had gone from amused to very amused when, on the third day of being shrunk, they woke up to find that not only was Morgan actually asleep, but they’d followed through on their sarcastic offer of a dollhouse.
Honestly, they didn’t have to put this much effort into it, but it was fairly nice, all things considering. Morgan had gone to the effort of getting a vintage style dollhouse kit and converting it into a fully functional— if miniature— home for Alex to stay in.
Morgan had even gone to the effort of making sure the actual dollhouse was aesthetically appealing— in Alex’s opinion, anyway— when it would likely have been easier to get Barbie Dream House or even a plain wooden one.
No, this house Alex would be calling home for the coming weeks was stylized to look like a Victorian home— porch, arched windows, winding staircases and all. Morgan had put a fully functioning bathroom and kitchen in, and the bed Alex got to sleep in was more comfortable than they could have hoped for.
Alex didn’t think too hard on it. They figured Morgan just felt guilty that they put Alex in this situation in the first place.