Clothing, for starters

Hilda hasn't bothered to get dressed for days. After all, what's the point when you aren't going out and you're just going to be having fun on your own all day? Besides, Milly said she didn't mind...

"Milly," Hilda whimpered like a kid staying home 'sick' from school. "I'm thiiiiiirsty. Will you go get me something to drink?"

"Sure," Milly says as she takes the last of the weapons hanging on the walls and dumps them into a chest. "I'm heading down stairs anyway. What do you want?"

Hilda had also stopped exercising and rarely bothered to leave her personal chambers any more. That newly found sedentary lifestyle combined with her dessert-heavy diet meant the once physically fit knight was starting to look a little softer... and wider. Luckily, her decision to ditch her tight, restrictive duds meant Hilda hadn't really noticed yet. "Chocolate milk!" Chirped the (adorably) chubby and rapidly-regressing woman who had once defeated 30 other knights in the king's tournament without breaking a sweat.

"Sure thing, pookums," Milly says cheerily as she starts to cart away another fortune in exquisitely crafted weaponry.

"Hey," Hilda says as she rolls over onto her (growing) stomach and looks up admiringly at her false savior. "Whatcha doin' with all of my and my daddy's old swords 'n shields 'n stuff?"

Milly blinks as a bead of sweat drips down her brow.