Mara’s expression shifted to one of surprise and slight worry at the information and the offer. “Really? You think it would work for me?” she asked since she’d always been too small to use the same tools Darius did.
"Sure! It's built to weigh small things. You want to try it?" Darius stood, smiling some at the woman in his wall.
"Just for funsies."
“Funsies?” Mara giggled at the new word and the way it felt when she said it. “That’s so silly. Kinda like it though.” she said, setting the rest of her fry on the table and stood up as well.
Darius blushed some.
"Yeah, it is silly. It's why I saw it." Darius moved to offer his hand to Mara, still smiling.
Mara laughed lightly and took a nervous step toward him. “I can understand that. It was fun to say.” she agreed. Taking a slow breath she carefully climbed onto his hand. It was better to know than worry about the chances.
Gabe was careful as he lifted Mara out, his second hand coming up to offer her support, like a wall to keep her from falling. He started moving to the kitchen, still smiling.
"It really is," he agreed.
“Thanks.” Mara smiled a little up at Darius, appreciating his caution. She was curious about how much she weighed… Though she honestly had no benchmark for whatever a healthy weight was for someone her size, so she might be able to keep Darius from worrying about her.
(Do you have any ideas about what the scale should say for her weight?)
(Hmmmm… a couple grams? I have no idea lol)
She might, seeing as Darius wasn't one for math and he didn't think he could just look up a healthy BMI for someone four inches tall.
The man hummed softly in turn of Mara's thanks, moving into the kitchen and setting her down on the counter. He reached up into the cabinet, pulling out his scale.
(me either. I just tried looking somethings up to try to help out and only got a headache… 😅)
Mara shifted a couple times as Darius carried her. She was growing a little more worried the closer they got to the kitchen. She had no way of knowing what exactly he needed to know to point out if she was considered healthy or not… And decided to try and not think about it. She let out a shaky breath as he brought her to the counter, before taking a careful step off and watching him get the small measuring scale.
(Yeah… we can always just vaguely mention it or something lol)
Darius turned the scale on, zeroing it out before turning to Mara.
"Here, step on here. It'll let us know how much you weigh!" The man grinned, seeming to be having fun just hanging out and doing what he saw as just goofy things.
(yeah… That might be a good idea.)
Mara nodded, giggling at his silliness, and climbed onto the scale. “Am I doing it right?” she asked as she stood in the center.
(XD)
"Yes," Darius said, nodding some. He waited for the scale to load, then read Mara's weight out loud.
"See?" He said, smiling. "Told you it could weigh you!"
“Wow.” Mara said softly in surprise. She hadn't doubted Darius but it was still incredible to hear and see how much she weighed. “That’s actually a little more than what I thought I was.” she admitted.
(Mara is a little under 18 times shorter than Darius. Doing the math for the average 18 year old and then dividing it by 18, Mara would be anywhere under 3734 grams, but it's way too big a number, but for perspective a barbie doll weighs like 23 grams according to google)
(Iris you are a literal life saver thank you so much)
"Really?" Darius pulled a chair over to the counter, offering a finger to help Mara down from the scale. "It seems like a good weight to me, but I'm not really sure…"
(and Mara is much shorter than a Barbie doll 😆)
(Thanks for doing the math, Iris! <3)
“Me either.” Mara told him sincerely, accepting his help in getting down. “But with what you were telling me about healthy weights and everything… I guess I just aimed lower because of my size.”
"Ah, okay then!" Darius smiled some, a bit of concern showing before going away. "Well, we could always try to do the math to figure out what your healthy weight range is, though I can't promise I'll get it right."
Mara looked up at him and sort of froze. On one hand, it would be good to know for sure if she really was healthy or not… But she didn't want Darius to worry about her after what he said about his friend. “You… you don't have to.” she finally answered keeping her voice soft.
(and Mara is much shorter than a Barbie doll 😆)
(Thanks for doing the math, Iris! <3)
(well yes, but they're made of plastic rather than flesh and bone-)
(And no prob)
(and Mara is much shorter than a Barbie doll 😆)
(Thanks for doing the math, Iris! <3)(well yes, but they're made of plastic rather than flesh and bone-)
(And no prob)
(very true)
(you know… After some hindsight and a brief search; we could say that she weighs about as much as a mouse… maybe less would work better.)
(About 25 grams is what a mouse weighs)
(So… 23 grams still works XD)
"You… sure?" Darius was a bit confused by Mara's answer, somewhat concerned now. "It wouldn't be too hard…"
“Well… No, I'm not sure.” she confessed, rubbing her arm shyly. “I’m not sure of a lot of things. It's just the way life is for me. I… I didn't want to cause any trouble for you. But, if you really want to find out then I just don't want you to worry if… if it turns out that I’m not healthy.” Mara explained as her gaze drifted so she was no longer looking at him.