One of the illustrations for Chapter 53 of Starscribe’s Fine Print.

She stopped beside the table, taking a muffin in her claw. She lifted it, then squeezed a little too hard, and it crumbled away in her talons.

Tracy couldn’t quite decide if he was jealous of the almost-fingers, or just glad that he didn’t have to type with knives on his hands. “It took me a few weeks,” he admitted. “Every time I came home from work, I thought I’d find a normal house here. I obviously imagined this. You’re going to think that too. In fact… got your phone? No, wait, you might scratch it.”

He fiddled with his own, already waiting on the table. He opened the camera, then slid it towards Rose. “Remember how to use the camera?” he asked. “Janet should have a picture to remember this.”

“You’re kidding me,” the hippogriff protested. But she still posed beside him. It was strange to see someone a full head shorter than himself on Earth be about that much taller than he was on this side. If you’re that tall, how big are the stallions?

“Right there!” Rose exclaimed. “Err… I think? It made the sound. But there’s no bulb, so I can’t tell.”