Stelle drank a potion and is now a child

Stelle: hi Bladie!

Blade: say that again and I’ll answer with my sword.

Stelle: cries into Kafka’s chest

Kafka: aw, uncle Bladie is being mean isn’t he?

Stelle: mommy uncle Bladie is being mean!

Blade: I’m not your uncle.

Stelle: Bladie, Bladie, Bladie, Bladie.

Blade: Kafka please let me stab her… just once.

Kafka: no can do Bladie.