Hey, Libby, Bella! Orfeo, Elena! Here it is, in the house with all the partying going on! Ready to go? she says, herding the birthday girl away from the entrance.
Libby gives him scritches, because scritches just seem like a natural extension of hugging a big happy wolf.
[Finding stuff cute has also been known to be a useful trigger,] says Orfeo. He grew up in a culture unfazed by nudity and doesn't even look her way.
"Good to know," she says. "Okay, so I seem to more or less have the hang of this. Any more pitfalls waiting for me?"
[Some people have mood swings,] Orfeo says, flopping down on the moss. With the brainphone there's no strong reason for him to phase again now. [You seem okay so far, so yours won't be bad if you get them. You're going to bulk up. You might look younger - no one naturally activates after 25 and then we all look that way till we quit, so I dunno about you. Nobody's perfect at phasing in the first month and you'll have to use your emotional triggers - and avoid using them when you don't wanna floof or defloof.]
It seems like about time to get dressed. Chris has squares. She uses one to bring her clothes back from wherever Libby vanished them to when she floofed the first time.
[Up to you,] says Orfeo agreeably, rolling onto his back in the vague hope of Libby-belly-rubs (which would be the best thing).
Elena trots over to her clothes, phases, and gets dressed, rolling her eyes all the while.
"Clearly I should cuddle you when you're human-shaped, then," Libby says. "For science."