"Nope," Sparkle agreed, looking slightly woebegone at the badger before looking back at Hernando. "That's my newest employee."

A beat.

"We have an understanding. He doesn't go for our ankles and I don't let Furnado deal with him until he turns back."

Sparkle was happily leaning in to meet Hernando in the middle for that kiss.

"It's a Fandom animal transformation," they mumbled, before stealing another kiss. "It's not permanent, and I'll make sure the quokka don't eat him." A beat. "We can keep him in the sun room or something."

Especially since, um. They were probably going to be doing an awful lot of exploring these bodies this week, and Simon was not invited.

"Pretty sure if we tell Dave he's a student, he won't try to eat Simon," Sparkle agreed, grinning faintly as they nuzzled their cheek against Hernando's. "We'll hardly know he's there."

A beat.

"I'll make sure there are clothes in the shop for him. Uh. Don't suppose we can make sure there are curtains in case the poor kid changes back in front of a window or something?"

Sparkle nodded along-- hey, that sounded like a solid plan to them.

"What would you like to do while this lasts, babe?" They worried their lip for a moment, nuzzling right on in. "Just name it."

"You were definitely wearing one of those this morning," Sparkle teased.

They'd been wearing exactly what they'd been wearing when they went to bed, after all.

"But... I can help you with that, babe. What did you have in mind?"

"I think? We're trying all of it on anyway," Sparkle replied with a grin. "I don't have much experience trying on dresses in order to see what does it for me, but I think the getting there is going to be half the fun of it."

"And they will be happy to make you the prettiest belle at the ball, babe," Sparkle murmured, leaning in for another good kiss.

"Well, I mean..."

Sparkle was making a point of leaning back a little and giving Hernando a once-over, following it up with a pleased little, 'unf yes please' sort of noise.

"Really," Sparkle promised, leaning in to wrap their arms around Hernando's waist and going to kiss them silly all over again.

"Clearly," Sparkle murmured, "we need to get you a dress like that. I want to show off my beautiful girlfriend. Maybe take you dancing..."

This week was going to be a four-day game of 'where can we fuck without getting caught,' wasn't it?

"Undecided," Sparkle admitted, forehead-to-forehead, a small smile playing at their lips. "I'd have to tailor a suit if I want to wear one like this. I'd much rather be spending time with you than spend the whole time sewing. Maybe I dress to match? It seemed... fucked-up and backwards that I look like this right now and I want to give a middle finger to dresses, right? Like, I mean, really? You know? Maybe tomorrow I'll feel differently. Maybe tomorrow I'll go by 'she,' or 'he,' or I'll just flip a fucking table and say pronouns are for other people but right now... I don't know."

They chewed their lip a little.

"Does that even make sense? I don't know if I'm making sense."

Sparkle nodded and nuzzled back.

"I have beautiful dresses at home," they noted. "Ones that mean the world to me, and they don't fit right now. If I do wear a dress while I'm like this, I want it to be one that I know makes you happy. You aren't the only one with a partner you want to see go, 'unf,' you know."