"That's what they're called in his universe," she confirms, resting her elbows on her knees. The Beast's leash is still curled loosely in one hand, but she doesn't anticipate him taking off. Chances are, the most interesting thing the Quarkbeast is bound to see today is the little fellow Jennifer's talking to, and this particular Quarkbeast has been very good about not dragging her around the park on her face. Back in her own universe, the simple solution would have been letting go and saving herself the injury, but one thing she very much doesn't want to do is lose the creature here.

"So, did someone else shrink you, or did you do it to yourself?" she asks, raising an eyebrow down at him. She'd guess the former - otherwise, she can't imagine why he'd want to poke around the park in that state (isn't he worried about hawks?), or why he wouldn't just grow back to normal now that she's sussed him out.