"Easier than fighting with the damn thing, that's for sure. You'll be visiting the mess a lot," Saturday says, sweeping a practiced and assessing eye over his unreasonable large form. "They calculate the feed for people with normal sizes and metabolisms. But you can horde snacks, no one cares, that's been helping me."

She does not explain why such a tiny tiny person would have trouble with not getting enough food; Saturday's issue is metabolism. Magic needs fuel.