the liquid has congealed
"I'm going to ask you a dangerous question, Nia."
Oh-oh. It's not often that Flora butts up against anything saucy on a first go.
"Oh? What is it?" Nia replies, hesitantly.
"Do you mind being so short?"
"Eh? What's so dangerous about that?"
Flora shrugs. "Guess that means you don't mind."
She's smiling, dimpled, and Nia can't be mad at her, but...
Now that she's been made to think about it, maybe she does mind! Even if it does make passing easier. And then again, maybe she feels like she got lucky, having such a kind lady at eye level.