Fionna perked up, although her leg were totally feeling like jelly right now. Darn it, this would be PERFECT if Cake or even Marceline were around to coach her! She didn't want to lump this up, not with how different they were!

But if there was anything the blond was good at, it was presenting herself casually and at least looking like she could keep her cool. She opened the door, ready to greet Amamiya with a casual "what up?"

Of course, seeing her with her air down, dress flowing, looking so put together the words died in her throat. She swallowed, then gave the girl a smile.

"Hey," she said, grinning in spite of herself. "You look amazing."