[She pauses and takes a half step back to size it up again; a running jump seems ludicrous, too dramatic, but she's not picturing him hefting her up without pitching forward himself. At this point it can only be funny.
She shifts closer to the snail-thing's neck, and she reaches up a hand to him.]
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[She pauses and takes a half step back to size it up again; a running jump seems ludicrous, too dramatic, but she's not picturing him hefting her up without pitching forward himself. At this point it can only be funny.
She shifts closer to the snail-thing's neck, and she reaches up a hand to him.]
Give me your hand.