Well, this was one way of recuperating from any work stress that may have been happening, as well as the stress of wondering whether some birthday gifts had been a good idea. How had Natalie not thought of this before?

Oh, right. It was because turning into an eight-year-old wasn't exactly within her usual abilities. And wasn't something she would've chosen, anyway. But here it was. She'd gone to bed a young woman in her late teens, and woken up a kid. She'd still gotten up at around the same time, but then she'd put on her fake glasses and started on a different kind of day. One that – as Peter would probably be thankful for – was unlikely to involve going outside the apartment much. Or at all. There was plenty to explore right here! And, there was Mr. Moxy. And Natalie knew you had to take good care of pets, and she'd never had one, and she was going to take advantage of a situation where she could care for one.

Mr. Moxy, of course, couldn't muster up being confused by this turn of events. He was a Fandom cat, these things happened. As long as he was getting fed, he was fine.

[ooc: NFB but open for all the usual stuff!]