#8E1717
"I don't get it. I eat just as much as you, why am I the only one looking like a twelve year old boy?" Reese griped, scowling at herself in the mirror as measuring tape floated around her. She twisted to the side, pinching her chest. "They just look I've been bitten by a bug there or something." She flexed her biceps, which had a lot more to show, and drew them across her chest. "Hey Nut, can I get these measured while you're at it?"
"UGH," Nut replied.
The door opened. "Hm?" Reese blinked and looked over her shoulder, not moving an inch from her scantily clad flexing in front of the mirror. Her expression was unchanged almost all throughout the fairy's explanation and request for help, but her arms started to droop. "... Huh. Small? How small?"
She swooped her Space Jam t-shirt off the bed and pulled it down over herself before throwing her floofy thrift store coat over her shoulder. "Sure, I'll look. I wanted to check the woods out anyway." She offered with a shrug, being deliberately casual in the face of whatever real danger might have befallen the princess. "You coming Freddie?"