[This is quite a predicament they've found themselves in. After some rearranging, Mikumo chooses to sit herself cross-legged on the floor rather than kneeling, though it does mean her knees are up against each wall and she has to hunch her back a bit. Her purple hair pools around her, looking like it might threaten to consume anyone who comes too near with its sheer mass now.]

I did. I was starting to wonder if there was a reason I was on such a restricted diet back home other than the obvious one. [Idols always tend to have some degree of limitation on their diet, and her being an artificial human didn't help either.] But if it's happened to someone else, I suppose at least I can stop worrying that I have some kind of macronising dessert allergy.

[Or, more accurately, worrying that someone engineered a radical reaction to foods too far outside her diet into her without her knowing. Also, she could've just said gigantifying, but macronising is a more familiar term in her world considering they have an actual alien species who needs to shrink to interact with humans and enlarge again afterwards.]