Fionna had shoved her hair back under her hat and appeared to Kory in an oversized long sleeve striped shirt with blue shorts underneath. To say that she was sulky was an understatement: she was the epitome of a grimace now, thinking of Namur blushing as he had with Kory. It bothered her, and more and more she was understanding how jealousy worked.

Nevertheless, she knocked on Kory's door, waiting for a response.