"Anything else?" Grandpa asked, grinning.
"I'd ask you to do something with the desk, but I already ordered a new one." Jasper laughed.
"It doesn't look like there's anything wrong with it."
"It was Warricks. I don't need anything of his."
"Ah. In that case..." I watched as the center piece of the room started to shrink. It didn't stop until it was the size of a kitten. Jasper walked over and picked it up.
"You can just toss it. I promise it won't unshrink."
"Thanks." Jasper tossed it in the trash can near the door.
I sank onto the sofa. It was as comfortable as it looked. "You're doing this for our room next." I said cheekily.
"I can do the whole house if you want."
"I'm holding you to that."
"Now," He crossed his arms, "Tell me what's been happening."
We told him everything,
