Sandoval was quick to follow, hovering behind Brock the whole way. It was his natural state, in a way. He lightly tapped one dryer with his foot, to find that it was the same metal as the washers.

"Oh, my! So it's like a sort of curse? Can they ever go back to their original size, or are they stuck that way?" He was beginning to think it would just be best to hang his clothes. After all, he'd gone through a lot of trouble to swipe the ones he had. He didn't want to do any unnecessary work.