Slowly but surely Liz has grown more accustomed to remaining human sized. She can walk around her lover's home, which she now fits in, and she doesn't even knock anything over. It was the first thing to convince her to stay 'small'. That isn't to say she's not a tall woman, because she still towers over others... But at least she isn't stepping on people. She still likes bossing her marshmallow around, although more sweet moments seem to sneak into their daily lives. Turns out having fire breath makes you pretty good with a grill. Granted, her lover's home still seems like a novelty, and she is quite possessive, but such things are becoming quirks rather than separations between them. Today was like any other, she woke them up with a command. She bursts into their room and walks up to their bed, already in her 'kiss the cook' apron.

Liz: "Darling, come downstairs. I've made us breakfast. I believe you little humans call them 'hashbrowns'? Those potatoes stood no chance against my fire breath!" She gives a pompous laugh. At least the fire alarm wasn't going off.

Without waiting, she picks them up and carries them downstairs, setting them at the dining table. Darting to the kitchen, Liz returns with a plate of crispy, surprisingly not burnt, hashbrowns. She sets them down and sits across from her lover.

Liz: "So. Today we're going to go to the beach, visit the museum downtown, and stop by that lighthouse Mortha likes. I have to be your number one after all. I'm the best." She smirks, making her demands clear; but then looks at them seriously. "I am your favorite kaiju, right?"