Mittens is spared from having to figure out why this room looks so familiar by the loud clack of a trapdoor and the indignant squeaks of two princesses getting tossed out of it. For a second, she can't place either one of them. Who does she know who's [i]this[/i] awkward on her feet, or who dresses like a tourist without an ounce of self control? She wrinkles her nose all the way to full kitty-face scrunch, and then...

"Kazelia!!"

Mittens crosses the distance between them in three short leaps, landing gracefully on her feet in front of the pilloried pair. Water drips down into her ear and she twitches it in irritation before she reaches up and carelessly tosses a hand through her soaking wet hair, rippling it behind her in a big, wet tangle. She's dripping from head to toe, shirt still much more sheer than she'd picked it out to be. But even so, she's... well, [i]you[/i] know her name, Kazelia. She's as gorgeous as you can remember seeing her. She flashes a tiny smile that manages to hide maybe half the thoughts and worries from her face and with a small flourish of her wrist produces a set of glowing purple lock picks. 

"Are you all right? What happened? You look, um... erm..." she arches an eyebrow.

"Rrmph!" Kyouko rrmphs angrily.

"Yeah, that. Hold on a second, I'll get you out of there."

A flick, a twist, and a click! That's all it takes, and like magic Mittens, escape artist extraordinaire has freed Kazelia from her bonds. She gently reaches down to pull the tacky scarf (ooof, this material is so cheap and coarse! the poor dear...) out of her mouth. She shakes her head again and winces while giving Kyouko a very sharp look over. 

Mittens waves her wrist and morphs her lock picks into a small, warm towel that she makes a biiiig, long show of drying out her ears with, smile growing wider and wider, toothier and toothier until she looks like... honestly? This is probably the best window anybody's ever going to have into what her and Rita's kids will look like if they're ever lucky enough to have them. All fang and mischievously swishing tail and absolute mirth. 

"Oh, sorry," she chirps, "I'm being rude. Here~"

She dangles the towel in front of her friend/rival/friendly rival/Jessamine-stealing-fiend turned foxy cheerleader's face. Then, right as the squeaks start turning into angry, muffled yips, Mittens snaps her fingers and zips her lights into the padlocks holding Kyouko prisoner and frees her in an instant. 

She thought about it, you know. She really did. She's not proud of it. But in the end, however much four hands for three apples might complicate things, she knows she can't ever talk about love being boundless again if she puts hers ahead of Kazelia's even for a second. She'll just... have to hope things work themselves out on the way. She reaches out an arm each for the both of you to pull yourselves up on.

And then she turns, and watches her Momma on the hill. Her tail flicks behind her. 

"If either of you has any idea how we can get up there, I'm all ears."