"As long as it's hearty, I'm down."
"Then while we search to teach your other Bears, we'll have our Chef, Serenity, learn your food and figure out a way to best replicate them."
"If I may, why are you so concerned with what we eat? Don't you want us to eat whatever we want?"
"I promise not to turn any of you into Vegans, just….help you see less is more. Separate, nothing comes close; but together, is a different story. You'll see why later."
"Ooooookay, but I don't think the others will like that. They love their Fat. Not burning it."
"Don't worry. She cooks to put hair on our chest...…everywhere they need to be."
"I must warn you. If you value keeping those Hairs, please don't go out at night."
"We're not scared of the dark."
"It's not the dark you need to concern yourself with."
"Cold is no enemy."
"Don't sweat the heat then.
*Erwwwiaaaann*
Here we are. Home at last. As you can tell, we Bears not only fear the cold, but hate it. If you need to leisure yourself and go outside. Just ask. We won't…."
*Phuaaarrauuumm*
"What? Why are you looking at us like that? Is there something in my eye? Did I mess up my makeup again? I woke up late and…."
"No, no. It's not your makeup. Your outfits. They...they just transformed into a two piece."
"Oh these.
They're nothing special. Just clothing. Automatically changes when it feels the Weather is just."
"Or....whatever mood we be in. If we be too hot, it will transform to cool us off. If freezing, it will heat us up."
"Or say you try choking us with our collars, it will turn back."
"Is it bulletproof?"
"Na…..not from what we've seen."
"I made them to conform to the user's wear. Not their tear. If their powers get the best of them, their suits will transform to suit their needs so they don't accidentally overheat."
"Or if they are fighting and running around, the Weather is the last thing you are focused on since it can change any minute, am I right?"
"Impressive.
A Suit that automatically changes, par the weather; and grows and shrinks whenever you need."
"It's just clothes. Can't turn into shoes. Not a hat. Not jewelry. Nothing really."
"What are you all hooting and hollering at?"
"Misa, their Suits. They transform to match their every need."
"I'm sure that's nice."
"No. It's true. I swear it."
"Uhhhh, are we on the spot?"
"I don't know."
"I'll believe it when I see it. Can you control it? If so, when we Bears turn into Wherewolves at night, I can tell you the first place who is happy.
The clothing department. We tear through our clothes like butter. The guys are running inside as fast as they can to avoid the Craze. Girls…..avoid going back to the store.
Can you really make suits that transform into anything?"
"Pleased to meet you, Misa. My name is Jacklyn."
"You…..you just changed them into dresses. But I thought you said you can't control them."
"We can't.
Uniform's thought it fitting that since we are meeting the Royals, we should present ourselves as such."
"How do you wash them?"
"Honey, why are you triveling yourself with such mundane things? If Jacklyn can really make these, we no longer need a Weatherman. We no longer need armor."
"Not Bulletproof."
"And we no longer have to buy clothes for the little ones every three months."
"I still want to know how you wash them, and does everyone on your Planet have them?"
"Uhhhhh......We only reserved them for School children and teachers only."
"But taking them off if very simple. Just shrink down to the size of a sock."
"Or a pair of Underwear."
"DARIUS!!!!!!"
"Or a Bra."
"Anything really. Then just throw it in, take it out, and you're good to go."
"So you could, if you wanted to, hide it under other clothing?"
"I mean, if it's hidden under layers of other clothing, it will be a lot harder to wrap around them; but sure."
"Can you make them for us?"
"Uhhhhh."
"They're not Magical, are they?"
"Well no, but…"
"And they are not regular fabric, but they are Fabric, correct?"
"Well yes, but…"
"Then as Fabric, anybody can make them.
...….Unless...….they can't?"
"It's just like Bread dough. Anybody can make Bread, but you need water and flour to make it stretch; and my secret formula I used for those two ingredients is....definetly a tried and true recipe of somebody elses old recipe. And the amount of error I had before I could find the perfect formula was…..challenging."
"If you keep talking, your Chilis is gonna get cold. Now, please wash your hands; and return to the table...…all of you.
And Scarlett."
"Yes, Ma'am?"
"No using your powers to wash; and then turning your shirt into a towel to wipe."
"........Yes, Ma'am."