The Bean hugs me. "She's almost as tall as you!" the Rose chortles.
I nod. "Soon she'll be taller, as she keeps growing, and I continue to shrink."
I'm about to explain that gravity's increasing but I—always so forward-thinking—wove anti-gravity elements into the Bean's skeleton when she was a baby, but before I can, the Rose verbally kneecaps me. "The weight of your sins pulling you down?"