[When Fionna slipped the skort and the knee highs on, and exclaimed how much better she felt, Bonni gave her the warmest, most sincere smile she had given yet since falling into this place. But still she had to bear some bad news.]
"Oh Fionna, I'm sorry but there wasn't anything else other than your clothes and some food in that one. We'll start looking for your sword and--- Eaack!"
["Glad to hear it!"]
[Bonnibel jumped a little at the sound of Marceline's voice, having not even noticed her footsteps or her whistling. Even though Marceline had that usual nonchalant, almost aloof look, Bonni could still see the little bits of a grin at the corners of her mouth. Running up to Marceline, and closing a small bit of the distance with a little tiny jump, she wrapped her arms around the cold, cold girl, giving her the hug that she had so cowardly avoided before. ]
"How in the nuts upon nuts with smaller nuts inside the larger nuts did you do that thing with the birds, Marceline!?"
[She turned back to Fionna with a wide grin, ready to say something, but then quickly flipped right back around, her cheeks a little red. Fionna was, well, being Fionna and unabashedly doing the last bits of her changing. Bonni looked away intently, and focused her attention onto stretching out that hug well past the point where it should have been, but wasn't uncomfortable.]
[And then she started to shiver all over again. Marceline was usually a little cool to the touch, but right now she was freezing. Bonni held her a little bit closer, trying to warm her up even just a little.]
"Lemons, you're cold Marceline! Here I was worried I was going to get brittle and something would snap off, but you're closer to actually freezing than I am. Can vampires get hypothermia?"
[Reluctantly she broke the hug, as she would have to eventually, and gathered up her clothes. Thank Glob there was one of her warm pink hoodies in the mix. And there, underneath that was a reversible shirt, pink on one side, and black on the other. The one that Marceline had given her. The one the Doorlord had stolen from her. It was like a tangible, physical medium between Marceline and Bonnibel. Some comfortable warm middle ground where they weren't fighting, and where they weren't impossibly mad at each other for something impossibly silly. Bonni held the shirt close, clinging to it.]
[And there atop the stack of clothes was her crown! She had thought that the Queen of Butts would have taken that from her forever, symbolically severing her ties to her home and her people, but there it was. In her mind, and in her heart, having it back made her Princess Bubblegum again, and not just Bonnibel the scared, lost girl. She found it interesting, maybe a little peculiar that someone as cruel as the Queen hadn't taken everything from them. ]
[Princess Bubblegum gave a contented sigh and slipped the skirt, the leggings and then the shoes on under her little white dress. That was the easy part, and she wasn't looking forward to next. It was going to be awful being exposed to the cold air even for a minute to get her top back on, among other things. The other things may be worse than the cold. She lingered, and lingered, and lingered on it, her hands stuck at the hem of her dress.]
[PB turned back to Fionna in her lingering, who was now dressed.]
"Hey Fionna, you want to get some stuff started on the fire? I'll help you cook it once I'm done changing!"
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"Oh Fionna, I'm sorry but there wasn't anything else other than your clothes and some food in that one. We'll start looking for your sword and--- Eaack!"
["Glad to hear it!"]
[Bonnibel jumped a little at the sound of Marceline's voice, having not even noticed her footsteps or her whistling. Even though Marceline had that usual nonchalant, almost aloof look, Bonni could still see the little bits of a grin at the corners of her mouth. Running up to Marceline, and closing a small bit of the distance with a little tiny jump, she wrapped her arms around the cold, cold girl, giving her the hug that she had so cowardly avoided before. ]
"How in the nuts upon nuts with smaller nuts inside the larger nuts did you do that thing with the birds, Marceline!?"
[She turned back to Fionna with a wide grin, ready to say something, but then quickly flipped right back around, her cheeks a little red. Fionna was, well, being Fionna and unabashedly doing the last bits of her changing. Bonni looked away intently, and focused her attention onto stretching out that hug well past the point where it should have been, but wasn't uncomfortable.]
[And then she started to shiver all over again. Marceline was usually a little cool to the touch, but right now she was freezing. Bonni held her a little bit closer, trying to warm her up even just a little.]
"Lemons, you're cold Marceline! Here I was worried I was going to get brittle and something would snap off, but you're closer to actually freezing than I am. Can vampires get hypothermia?"
[Reluctantly she broke the hug, as she would have to eventually, and gathered up her clothes. Thank Glob there was one of her warm pink hoodies in the mix. And there, underneath that was a reversible shirt, pink on one side, and black on the other. The one that Marceline had given her. The one the Doorlord had stolen from her. It was like a tangible, physical medium between Marceline and Bonnibel. Some comfortable warm middle ground where they weren't fighting, and where they weren't impossibly mad at each other for something impossibly silly. Bonni held the shirt close, clinging to it.]
[And there atop the stack of clothes was her crown! She had thought that the Queen of Butts would have taken that from her forever, symbolically severing her ties to her home and her people, but there it was. In her mind, and in her heart, having it back made her Princess Bubblegum again, and not just Bonnibel the scared, lost girl. She found it interesting, maybe a little peculiar that someone as cruel as the Queen hadn't taken everything from them. ]
[Princess Bubblegum gave a contented sigh and slipped the skirt, the leggings and then the shoes on under her little white dress. That was the easy part, and she wasn't looking forward to next. It was going to be awful being exposed to the cold air even for a minute to get her top back on, among other things. The other things may be worse than the cold. She lingered, and lingered, and lingered on it, her hands stuck at the hem of her dress.]
[PB turned back to Fionna in her lingering, who was now dressed.]
"Hey Fionna, you want to get some stuff started on the fire? I'll help you cook it once I'm done changing!"