High Wizardry Page 19
by Diane Duane
It didn't last, of course. Dairine promptly disentangled herself. "If I don't go to the bathroom," she said, "I'm gonna blow up." And she headed up the stairs.
On the living room coffee table, calmly, as if it agreed with her, the Apple she had dropped there grew legs, climbed down, and went after Dairine.
Nita glanced at Kit, and together, as usual, they sat down to face the music.