"I'm not usually this size."

But explaining that she shrunk out of nerves and social awkwardness is awful. Terrible. She's not going anywhere near that topic.

"So no, he is regular people sized. But I--" She starts, stops, lets out a sigh. This whole situation is so frustrating. Why do social situations have to be so hard? It was much easier when it was just her and her imaginary land. "I'd rather not have him see me like this."