Roaming around the Dunes, Clover wasn't doing anything in particular. Occasionally daydreaming or looking at the scenery around them (which wasn't that much besides for sand, buildings, and the Feisty Five doing their common shenanigans), they'd be somewhat bored not really having anything to do. Guess that means more daydreaming, then. They'd talk to theirself.

What to do, what to doo..

They'd try and think of a topic, eventually thinking of one.

Well, I could always just strike up a conversation with someone!.. too bad I don't know a topic FOR that hypothetical conversation, though..

Oh, I know! I'll just think of worse situations and go "Wow, well atleast that didn't happen to me!" Like, for example.. atleast I'm not a marketable plushie! That'd be wayyy wor-

And suddenly, out of NOWHERE.. Clover would randomly gain the ability to become a plushie version of theirselves, despite not ever having the intent to. Not being able to fight against it, they'd imminently become a plush.

..gosh darn-it. Shouldn't have jinxed it..