Peter found his wife waiting for him at the door when he got home Friday night.  She had a package in her hands, and eyes alight with curiosity.  “You got something from Shrinkfield Armory!  What’d you get, what’d you get?”

Peter laughed.  “Oh good, it made it in time.  It’s for tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow!  Nonono.   You have to open it now, I’m dying of curiosity!”

“As you wish, pretty kitty.”

Kara preened at the name.  “Should I dress up?”

“I can wait.”

‘I can’t!  Open it open it!”

Peter did so, and after pulling out a layer of bubble wrap and opening a smaller box inside that, a wide silver band was revealed.  It looked much like the bracelet Kara was wearing, the one that let her control how long the shrinker affected her.  The cabochon gem was red instead of white.  Also unlike the bracelet, it had a hinged clasp.  Peter took it out, and with a little help from his wife, set it around his forearm.

“Cool.  So you’ll stay small if I shrink you?  We could watch a movie together, both of us tiny on the couch.  Yes?”

“After dinner, hm?”

Kara pouted, but agreed.  “Okay.”

Dinner was more than a little rushed.  Peter helped clear up afterward, and once the last dish was in the dishwasher, he nodded.  “Time for a show.”

Kara was off to the bedroom like a shot, and returned with the short metal tube of the shrinker.  “Ready?”

Peter was perched on the couch, with the remote control near to hand.  “Go for it.  Try not to shrink the... oh well.”  Peter, couch, and remote all dwindled to half their original size.  The gem on Peter’s bracer started to glow softly.

Kara approached him and offered up the shrinker.  Soon she was cuddled up beside him on the couch.  “Mmm.  This makes our TV huge.  We should do this every night.”

Peter chuckled, and petted her softly.  “I’m game.  Maybe we can leave the couch big next time, more room to sprawl out.”

Kara shrugged.  “It doesn’t have a bracelet.  It’ll grow back in an hour.”

When it did, Kara agreed that the extra space was nice.  She cuddled up right next to her husband anyway.

*** *** ***

The next morning after breakfast, Kara put on her cute catgirl outfit and posed in the bedroom doorway.  “Pretty kitty time.”

Peter had the shrinker in hand, and soon his diminutive wife was even more so, barely coming to his waist.  She approached him bravely, in marked contrast to the first time she’d worn the outfit.  He petted her gently, and she purred.  Then she scampered to the couch, and he followed along.  Once she’d hopped up onto its cushions, Peter handed her the shrinker.  “Me too.”

“Aww, I wanted some lap-cuddles.”

“And I want to show off the extra feature.”  Peter stood back, arms wide in what they’d come to think of as “invitation to zap” pose.

Kara obliged, grinning as her husband dwindled down to her height.  Her perch on the couch put her head above his.  “Hey short stuff.  So what’s the bonus feature?”

Peter held his pose.  “Again.”

“But it doesn’t shrink past half-size.”

Peter waited.  After a moment, Kara shrugged and lit him with the shrinker.  To her amazement, his height was halved once more.  “What?”

“The gem absorbs and hides the shrinker’s effect.  So you can use it again.”  Peter jogged over to the couch, clambering up with some difficulty.

“I thought you didn’t want to get smaller than half my size,” protested Kara.

“Then I saw this and thought it might be fun to curl up and nap on your breasts.”

Kara giggled.  “Scamp.  Want me to go back to full size, then?”

Peter snuggled up against her.  “Maybe later.  Leave me some time to get used to being this small.  Our place is so huge from this scale.  It’s a little intimidating.”

They spent a lazy morning together, then hunger drove them into the kitchen, Peter pattering along behind his fur-clad wife.  “Well.  Even getting to the counter is going to be a challenge.”

“Want a boost?” asked Kara.  “I think I can lift you high enough to grab the edge.”

“Sure.  Should be... yeep!”  Peter windmilled his arms as Kara scooped him up, then focussed on grabbing the edge of the counter and clambering atop it.  He waved down to his wife when he was done.  “Thanks, pretty kitty!”

Kara nimbly climbed one of the stools they used when eating breakfast at the counter, then hopped up beside him.  “Easy peasy.  Cooking might be harder, though.  And reaching cabinets, and...”

Peter jogged over to the fruit-bowl, marvelling at how it came up to his waist.  With great effort he wrestled a banana out of it.  “Here!  This will make a feast.”

Kara and Peter struggled to peel the banana, finding it hard to crack the stem.  In the end, Kara offered to go back to full size to help.

Peter watched with wide eyes as his wife suddenly became even more gigantic beside him.  She giggled at the way he was ogling her chest, and made sure to lean far over the counter while she opened the banana.  “Don’t eat it all, short stuff.”

She could feel her husband’s eyes on her as she fetched the shrinker, and grinned at him as she returned.  She set it beside him then struck a pose that thrust her chest out further.  “Enjoying the view?”

“Very much so.  Are you sure I need to shrink you?”

“I was looking forward to our countertop picnic.”

Peter nodded, and soon Kara had scrambled back up onto the counter to join him.  Once the banana had been consumed, Peter peered over the edge.  “I think getting this into the bin will be a bit too much of a challenge.  Ugh, I hate leaving messes around.”

Kara pulled him back from the edge and kissed him.  “I think I can distract you from the mess.”

Peter agreed quite heartily.  By the time Kara had him flat on his back and squirming, he was shivering from the cold of the countertop.  “M..maybe somewhere cozier?”

Kara nodded, and tried to get to her feet.  Unfortunately, the banana peel was in just the wrong spot, and she took a bad tumble, landing atop the shrinker with an indignant yelp.  She gave it a shove, then tried to get up once more... and the peel sent her tumbling again.  “Damn it, this thing hurts to land on!” she groused.

To avoid further tumbles, Kara crawled to the other side of the shrinker, brushing against it a couple of times in the process.  Finally, she sat up.  “There.  You better not be laughing about that damn peel, short stuff.”

She looked around.  “Peter?”  Her husband was nowhere to be seen.  Kara stared around her in panic.  It took her a moment to realize that the fruit bowl had shrunk, back to what she’d consider ‘normal size’.  “The shrinker...”

Kara looked down at the device, and back at the bowl where it was pointing.  Peter had been there.  After a few more panicked heartbeats, she realized that there was something else out of place.  A tiny figure staring up at the fruit-bowl.  “Peter, is that you?”

The tiny figure, no bigger than her thumb, slowly turned to face her.  She couldn’t make out Peter’s expression other than to see his mouth gape open in surprise.  He stumbled backward and fell on his tiny rump.

“Holy...  Is that really you?  Are you okay?”

She could see the figure’s mouth moving, but couldn’t tell what he was saying.  Kara resorted to charades, gesturing upward and finally at her bracelet before Peter figured it out.  She saw him reach for his wrist, and suddenly he was twice as big as before.  Before she could panic about Peter being stuck at ant-size, he tapped it again, and grew again.  He repeated the gesture until he was back on the same level as Kara.

“Well,” he said lightly, eyes still wide as saucers.  “What an adventure.”

“D..did you know it could do that?” demanded Kara, shakily.

“I skimmed the instructions.  I guess I misread them.”

Kara made a shooing motion.  “Go get them!”

Peter hopped off the counter then returned to full size, and by the time he was back with the instructions, Kara was sitting on the couch at full size as well.  She looked up at him worriedly.  “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I even checked my height.  Still the same.  No harm, no foul.”

“No harm?  You were the size of my thumb!  If I’d fallen differently, I could have crushed you.”

Peter sat beside her as he flipped through the pamphlet.  “Actually... hah.  I’d wondered about the safety features.  Sudden acceleration triggers a reversal.  As does hypoxia.  So if I’m suffocating, or fall too far...  Neat.”

“What do you mean, ‘neat’?”

“Hm.  Okay, it’s... there are a lot of warnings here.  But what it amounts to is I can be badly injured while tiny, but most things that would kill me pop the shrink instead.”

“That’s not especially reassuring.  I don’t want to break your legs or your ribs by accident.”

“But if you were strapped down...” mused Peter.

“What?”

“Like we did last week, with you exploring while I was immobilized.  We reverse the roles... and make me an eighth your size.”  He held out his hand, finger and thumb stretched as far apart as they would go.  “About this big.  Not quite smaller than your breasts, but close.”

Kara stared down at her chest, putting her hand there in the same gesture Peter had used.  “So tiny.  Yeah, I’d need to be strapped down or I’d be too scared of hurting you.”  She giggled at a thought.

“What?”

“Just... strapping you down while tiny.  You wouldn’t be able to reach the bracelet.”

Peter frowned playfully.  “I’m not sure I’m ready to be that far into your power.  Besides, I could just hold my breath until anoxia kicks in to free myself.”

“Fooey.  I could have sewn some tiny D-rings into one of my bra cups, and spreadeagled you there.”

“And worn me?” asked Peter with a squeak.

“Yeah, but there’s no point if you’ll just knock yourself out to get free,” teased Kara, leaning a little closer so her breasts pressed against Peter’s chest.  “It being a terrible fate and all.”

Peter started to grin.  “You’d like to wear me as a decoration?”

“I was teasing,” said Kara.  “Can you imagine... you are imagining it, aren’t you?”

“You know,” said Peter, looking past Kara at an image in his mind’s eye.  “It’s really hard to knock yourself out by holding your breath.  You’d have to be really, really determined to do it.  I can’t imagine mustering the will for such a minor thing, really.”

Kara frowned.  “Was that a yes?  You’d let me do that?  You’d like it if I stuffed you into my bra... okay, yeah, I can see where you’d have fun.  At first.”

Peter smirked.  “At first?  I’d be plastered against a breast bigger than I am, held in place by a pretty bra.  Every wriggle would make your nipple poke against me.  A little figure squirming in your bra, nobody else would know but you and me.”

Kara tried to look nonchalant, but her flush and her shortness of breath gave her away.  “Really?”

Peter smiled at her, and placed his hand on her breast.  “Imagine a little man, no bigger than my hand, teasing at you.  You could be walking in the park, and nobody would know you’re being fondled with every step.”

Kara moaned and squirmed.  “How do you do that?”

Peter withdrew his hand and grinned at her innocently.  “Do what?”

“Take something that terrifies me and make it so... sexy.  I could fall and crush you.”

“You won’t,” answered Peter confidently.

“This is crazy,” said Kara, crossing her arms.  “No.  I won’t risk it.  We’ll go with plan A instead.”

“The one where I cuff you to the bed and you shrink me to explore your body?”

Kara nodded.  “Somehow that sounds almost reasonable.”  She touched Peter’s bracer.  “How small can it make you?”

Peter frowned, and read through the pamphlet.  Then he turned back to the beginning and read it again.  “I...  Uh...  It sounds like it just keeps absorbing the shrink effect.  I guess I’d have trouble breathing eventually, hence the hypoxia test.”

“But how small is that?” asked Kara in some alarm.  “I mean, could you breathe earlier?”

Peter chuckled softly.  “Once I remembered to.  You were such an impossible sight my brain shorted out.”

Kara giggled.  “You didn’t look terrified, exactly.”

“Stunned?  Awed?  You were overwhelming,” gushed Peter.

Kara grinned.  “Overwhelming.  I like it.  So you really want to try being that small again?”

Peter nodded.  “Or smaller.”

“How small?”

“Small small.  The idea of seeing breasts that look like mountains...”

“You and the giant breasts.  Maybe I want to see bits of you gigantic, too.”

“Really?” asked Peter, reaching for his bracer.  “I could loan you this...”

Kara pulled back suddenly.  “I think I’ll wait.  Sorry.  Not actually sure I could deal with you that big, now that you’re putting it in my hands.”

Peter leaned over her.  “Don’t like the idea of me loooming over you?”

“Watch it, short stuff.”

Peter smirked at her.  “Make me.”

Arcane light played over his body, and he dwindled to half Kara’s size.  She held up the shrinker with a mischievous look.  “Are you sure you need me tied down?”

Peter’s eyes were bright.  “Are you sure?”

Kara laid back on the couch carefully.  “Hop up.”  As Peter started climbing onto her, she played the shrinker’s light over him again, reducing him further.  “You know how to stop this.”

Peter flashed her a grin, and scrambled up onto her belly.  “I’m not going to.”

Kara giggled at Peter’s squeaky voice, but covered up her amusement quickly.  The next shot shrunk him to the size of a doll, and he stood up, arms wide for the next shot.  Kara stared down at him, and shook her head.  “Sorry.  Any smaller and I’d be too worried about your safety.”

Peter nodded his acceptance, and knelt in front of her breasts.  He snuggled up against one, rubbing his face against the faux fur of Kara’s kittysuit.  “Mmm.  It’s like a giant pillow.”

“Lie down in between them.  I want to try something.”

Once Peter had done so, Kara used her upper arms to squeeze her breasts together, until only Peter’s head and legs could be seen.  “I am so tempted to shrink you until you’re lost in there.”

Peter stuck his hand out of her cleavage, thumb up.  Kara relaxed the pressure.  “One condition.  I shrink you and bury you in boobs... then when I let you out, you grow up so we can take this to the bedroom.”

Peter nodded eagerly, and soon vanished into Kara’s breasts.  She stared down at them, trying very hard not to move and squirm as she felt Peter wriggle happily between breasts bigger than he was.  She let him stay in there for a minute or more, then released the pressure.

Peter smiled up at her and nodded his thanks.  A moment later he grew, then grew again.  He hopped off of her, and returned to full size.  “Your turn.”

“To shrink?” asked Kara, a little too quickly.

Peter chuckled softly.  “To strip and get strapped down.  The fur is nice, but I want the real thing.  But if you want to swap around and try this thing afterward...”  He held up his bracer, grinning at how Kara’s eyes followed it avidly.

“I...”  She tore her eyes away with effort.  “Stop it, please.”

“Are you sure?  You look tempted.”

Kara sighed deeply.  “I’m very tempted.  And terrified of what it will be like to see you as Godzilla.”

Peter kissed her on her forehead.  “That’s fine, love.  I’ll stop teasing.  Just... if you ever feel comfortable enough to try it, ask, okay?”

“Promise.”

“Are you still okay with shrinking me?”  Peter asked softly, studying Kara’s expression.

She shook her head.  “Later, okay?  Can we just be cozy for a bit?  I want more pretty kitty time.”

Peter snuggled in beside her on the couch, until she gave him a dirty look.  “What?”

“I meant little pretty kitty time.”  Kara held out the shrinker.

Peter took it, and aimed it at Kara.  He waited for her impatient ‘get on with it’ gesture before lighting her up and watching her diminish.  “I love you at any size, you know that, right?”

Kara wormed her way onto Peter’s lap.  “I know.  But this feels so cozy and nice.  I wish I could stay like this.”

“I suspect you’d find your office a bit unforgiving of the dress code.”

Kara giggled.  “What, you wouldn’t adopt me as a pet?”

Peter stroked her behind her ears, making her purr.  “If we weren’t saving up to buy a house, start a family, all that stuff...  You still want kids, right?”

“More than ever.  Can you imagine being able to shrink to their size and play with them?”

Peter curled around her, almost burying her little furry body in his hug.  “You’ll be a great mommy one day.”

“When?” asked Kara plaintively.

Peter scooped her up and carried her to their shared office.  He settled at his computer with her still in his lap.  “Let’s see now.  Financial spreadsheets, haven’t updated in a bit...  Download, and...  Hm.”

“What?”

“That’s a pretty decent down payment.  Even with a few expensive purchases the last month.”

Kara glanced at the shrinker then blushed.  “I think it was worth it.  It certainly has improved our love life.”

Peter laughed.  “Magic sex toys is what it takes to get us going?  What a world.  Okay, let’s look at prices out near our folks’ places in the suburbs.”

Kara unfolded herself, standing between Peter’s legs and putting her head up close to his.  She kissed him on the chin.  “It can wait.”

“Huh?”

Kara put a finger on his lips.  “Someone promised to tie me down and let me shrink him.”

Peter didn’t take any persuading at all.  He scooped her up once again, and carried her to the bedroom.  As she was stripping out of the kittygirl costume, he asked, “Not that I mind, but... why now?”

“Because I love you, and want to have your babies?”

“So nothing to do with the idea of buying a house with big windows and a sunbeam to nap in?”

Kara purrowled at him as she pulled out the cuffs and straps.  “Want you so bad right now.”

Peter applied the cuffs as Kara directed.  He tied one strap to the headboard, leaving her right hand raised up.  “Comfortable?”

“Imperfect, but I need to be able to shrink you.”

Peter leaned down to kiss her unprotected breasts.  “Mmm.  I’m definitely starting to see the appeal.  So... is all this foreplay?”

“Hell yes,” husked Kara.  “Gimme the shrinker already.”

“As my giantess wishes,” proclaimed Peter as he set the shrinker in her hand, positioned so it was easy to point toward the bed and its occupants.

Kara smirked at that.  “Flattery will get you tiny.”

“You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen, and seeing you bound like this makes me love you even more.”  By the time Peter had finished speaking, he was a quarter of his normal height, and climbing up between Kara’s legs.  “And at this scale, my giantess is even more impressive.”

That got him down to one eighth size, doll-sized.  It also made clambering up over his wife’s hip challenging.  She giggled as he squirmed there.  “Hey!  That’s not a foothold!”

Peter wiggled his toes and made her squirm.  “You sure?”  Still, he made sure not to put any weight on it, just gave her a few more wiggles before sprawling onto her belly.

“You get another zap for that stunt, short stuff.”  The light flickered over him, and the plane of his wife’s belly expanded.  He crouched by her belly-button.  It wasn’t quite big enough to swallow him, but as he hesitated he saw it grow once more.  He hopped inside, crouching inside it to hide from the shrink-light he saw going by overhead.

Standing up made Kara giggle.  “I see you!” her foghorn voice called softly, easily loud enough to carry to his ears.  That light shrunk him so small he had to scramble to get back out again.

At an inch tall, Kara’s toned belly looked like a softly rolling playing field.  He jogged forward, but the hills ahead seemed to get further away.  The flickering light above him might have had something to do with that.

Peter wheezed and went to his knees.  The air was getting thick, hard to breathe.  It took a moment to realize what that meant, and he tapped the stone on his wristband until his head started to clear.

Kara saw Peter grow, and stopped playing the light over him.  She couldn’t make out any details once he’d stopped, he looked about an eighth of an inch tall.  “Are you okay, short stuff?” she whispered.  “Oh, please be okay.”

Peter tried to wave to her cheerfully, but his wife’s face was so huge, so far away, he knew he must be nothing more than a speck to her.  He started jogging forward, and was rewarded with a smile and sigh from the landscape he was walking on.  Feeling the land swell and subside with her breath was dizzying and awe-inspiring at the same time.

A few minutes worth of light jog brought him in between the mountains of her breasts.  He tried to stare at them, but the enormous face peering down at him was far more distracting.  Those eyes, bigger than the sun, staring back at him...  And a smile with slightly parted lips, a crevasse that could swallow him whole and never even notice.  The tongue that licked those lips, the teeth that bit one worriedly...  All were staggering.

“Go ahead, super shortie.  Have fun climbing,” she whispered, and it sounded like the wind itself was speaking to him.

The climb up Kara’s right breast was anticlimactic.  Lying on her back, her breasts spilled to either side and left only the gentlest of slopes leading up to the peak.  The change in colour of the spongy surface under his feet told him he was getting close, and soon he was leaning against her nipple.  He frowned.  It was soft and saggy, easy to climb.  But that also meant she wasn’t much into this.

Peter figured he might as well complete the trek, so he scrambled up to the center of the nipple and waved to his wife.  He felt more than heard her intake of breath, and matched it with one of his own when the light shone down once more.  The nipple grew and grew and grew around him, then with an explosive gust that tumbled him to his knees, Kara let out the breath she was holding.  The light stopped, and Peter finally figured out what she was up to.  He continued to hold his breath as he looked around in wonder.  Not far off was an enormous crevasse, so wide and deep it would not even notice if he were to fall inside.  The very flesh under his hands looked entirely alien to him.  He looked up again, to a face wider than the sky, and smiled his thanks to a titan who could not even see him.

Then before he blacked out, he tapped his wristband rapidly, growing back and gasping for breath.  He finally stopped when he was about the size of her breast, and sprawled there panting.

“You okay?” asked Kara softly.

Peter nodded.  “Held... breath... too long.”  He rolled to his back and looked up at her.  After the earlier experience, looking up to a face that was merely twice the size of his body felt perfectly ordinary.

“Going to lounge there all day?” asked Kara with a giggle.  “You make a nice breast decoration.”

Peter kneaded the breast with his hands, and laughed as he felt her nipple poke into his back.  “Maybe I will.  So... seeing me like this turns you on, but the other...”

“I couldn’t feel you, could barely see you.  Mostly I just worried.  Do you want to do that again?”

Peter shook his head.  “Well... maybe once with you wearing a push-up bra to make the climb more fun.”

Kara snickered at the idea.  “I should show you my corset.”

“You have a corset?”

“Let me up and I’ll put it on for you.”

Peter grew rapidly back to full size, hopping off of his wife before he got too heavy.  Soon the straps were undone, followed by the cuffs.  Kara reflexively rubbed circulation back into her wrists  before she got out of bed.  “Thanks for tying me down.  I liked that part.”

Peter grinned.  “We can do that again without the shrinking, if you like.”

Kara flashed him a matching grin in return.  “Really?  Why?”

“I saw how you were looking at me as I was securing the straps earlier.  You really love this.”

“And you.”

Peter scooped her into a kiss, then chuckled softly as he let her go.  “Though... that same-size kiss still seems like a great idea.”

Kara scooped up the shrinker and flicked it on for just long enough.  She held up a hand as Peter prowled toward her.  “Ah ah.  Corset first.”

“What if I’d rather just toss you on the bed?” asked Peter with a grin.

Kara turned the light on him long enough to shrink him below her waist.  “I have ways of dealing with unwanted attention.”  She winked.  “Not that yours is unwanted... but I really want to show off.  It’ll be worth the wait.”

Peter hopped up onto the bed, then watched his wife dig through the back of their closet.  She pulled out one of the neatly stacked bins, and opened it up.  “Ahh, latex.  How I missed you.”

When she held up the glossy black outfit, Peter whistled.  “Why am I only seeing this side of you now, after years of marriage?”

Kara loosened the corset’s laces, then wriggled into it.  She shot a sideways look at her husband, a guilty expression on her face.  “I was saving it for... well, this.  For after you’d agreed to tie me down.”

Peter picked up one of the cuffs, then glanced at the corset.  “A matching set, is it?”

“Close as I could manage, yeah.  Could you get big again and help me tighten the laces?  This part’s hard to do alone.  I have a hook for it, but it’s so much easier with a partner.”

It proved somewhat difficult even with a partner, but when Kara announced herself satisfied and turned around, the awed look on Peter’s face was well worth it.  “See something you like?”

“You look so hot like that...”  Peter’s eyes were glued to the deep cleavage the corset imposed, squishing Kara’s breasts both upward and together.  “I just want to dive right in.”

Kara smiled.  “I can work with that, too.”  She picked up the shrinker, and soon Peter was below knee height.  She crouched down in front of him, shrinker aimed at his tiny body.  “One more?”

Peter nodded, then marvelled as hands as big as he was settled in front of him.  He climbed into them as bravely as he could manage, then smiled up at his wife to show he was okay.  The ride into the air made him glad he was on all fours.

Kara stared at her handful of husband.  “This is...  Are you okay?”

Peter nodded.  “Are you?  You were terrified of having me this small earlier.”

Kara giggled.  “I had a series of hamsters as pets when I was a kid, and you’re still a bit bigger than they were.  I never crushed them, and I’m more careful now.”  She giggled again.  “And you squeak just like they do.”

“I squeak?” squeaked Peter.

Kara nodded seriously.  “Can’t you hear it?”

Peter shook his head, lips firmly shut.

“Aw, sweetie.  It’s cute.  I like it.  Talk to me.”

Peter sighed.  “You won’t think less of me?”

Kara tilted her head as she considered that.  “I like seeing you tiny and cute.  I want to tuck you between my boobs and go watch a movie with you trapped there.”

Peter grinned.  “Okay.  Alvin and the Chipmunks?”

Kara laughed out loud, bouncing  Peter in her hands.  He clutched her fingers, and rode out the Karaquake.  “You’re on.  Hop in.”  She held her hands up to her chest.

Peter burrowed eagerly into Kara’s corset-enhanced cleavage.  She bit her lip and tried not to feel herself up while he squirmed in there.  His head popped out after a minute.  “All good.”

Kara purred as she walked to the living room.  “I have a new mousie, and he’s super cute and sweet.  I have a little mousie, with tickly little feet.”

Peter laughed.  “You have a little mousie,” he squeaked, “who will burrow in your boobs.  And this little mousie might be fun with lube.”

Kara blushed.  “Seriously?  Oh, we’re going to have fun with this.”

Peter gave an extra vigorous wriggle, brightening Kara’s blush.  “I’m looking forward to it.”