Sonja is surprised to find reforming feels a lot like just waking up. Then she gives a screech of panic as she has never woken up fully nude standing in a boy's bedroom while the boy watched before. Off hand she is not sure if the boy being Larry makes that better or worse. However, she takes no time to consider this, nor a dozen other interesting questions. First she dives for what little cover she can find.
That this is the side of the bed and leaves her fully exposed if Larry just rolls over soon penetrates her panic. Clutching the bed cover to provide a little decency, she peers over the edge of the bed to see a Larry who is at least as surprised as she is, tho of course not as displeased. "Ah, do you know where my clothes are?"

"Right in my backpack." Not an unexpected answer. If you stripped and ate a lass, you should take her clothing someplace safe rather than risk their being lost or stolen. Still, not all boys were that considerate. However more important at the moment is that the backpack is in reach...barely. If she wants to risk Larry getting an eyeful, she can get them. Discretion wins out and she asks "Can you give them to me?"

"Why bother dressing? I'll just have to take them off again when I eat you." Sadly a perfectly sensible question if Sonja is a normal girl. While a lass normally reforms in familiar surroundings, she could reform almost anywhere, and the faster way to get back to home territory is often by belly.
Not to mention the most fun way. Jason had been lucky enough to have a strange woman reform right in front of him and had gobbled her down right away. Maybe not perfect manners, but the woman had not objected much and had soon been enjoying herself about as much as Jason had.
But this end of things is all pretty new to Sonja and given the first time was a nasty surprise, she is not eager to try again, at least not right away. But to admit such an attitude might bring other questions she doesn't want to answer...

"Ah...I'd like to read a couple of my comics first. And I can't do that in the nude." Larry is polite enough not to quibble over the difference between "can't" and "won't" and fishes Sonja's garments out of his pack. Not surprisingly he sees a little more than Sonja wants in handing them to her, but not too seriously, and he patiently turns his back as she gets dressed.

Once she is, he suggests "I suppose we can share the bed. It's pretty big and it's about the only comfortable place to read in here." The idea doesn't thrill Sonja, but he is right about the room, and her welcome, except as a meal, uncertain at best in the rest of the house. She climbs onto the bed.

Her eyes spot that Playboy she, or rather Jason, had wanted. Now she finds herself almost hissing at the picture of the hot naked slut it is open to. The idea of just tossing it into the trash sounds appealing, or would if she had some reasonable explanation she could give Larry. Best to ignore it and move to the other side of the bed while announcing, "Now the rules still are no touching." A somewhat strange statement to those aware he has touched every inch of her, and will again soon if Sonja can't think of a way out of it, but both parties know there is a difference between touching and touching and know well enough what counts.

As a presumably disappointed Larry settles into the other half of the bed, Sonja settles into the comic even as she wonders what sort of excuse will get her out of here uneaten. Most likely, she will just have to take a chance again, but...