[ That sweet chirp... it makes his heart tremble. Hurriedly he attempts to clear his mind and think through logistics. The best way to transform a frog is to hold them upright by the midsection, so they'll land on their feet when they transform. But that's an ungainly way to hold a frog and feels disrespectful to this clearly gentle maiden. After a bit more thought, he kneels down and sets the frog on the floor before the fire. It's the warmest spot in the house, and if she's already on the floor, there's no chance of falling when she transforms. She's probably had enough of falling, after all, even if he's there to catch her.
He kneels in front of her, and bends down for a kiss. The frog is so small, and he has to bow so low, that it feels like a kowtow. As he presses his lips against the frog's dainty mouth, he thinks to himself fancifully:
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She's probably had enough of falling, after all, even if he's there to catch her.
He kneels in front of her, and bends down for a kiss. The frog is so small, and he has to bow so low, that it feels like a kowtow. As he presses his lips against the frog's dainty mouth, he thinks to himself fancifully:
One for the heavens... ]