Shelbie, now essentially a nudist out of necessity, goes up to @PennyGreene's door in her birthday suit. Her hands are shaking slightly and her brow is sweaty. She just wants to turn into a turtle and hide from the feelings she has for this Englishwoman.

Deep breath. Press the doorbell, Shel. You got this.

@ShelbieHinton Penny opens the door and drags Shelbie in so no one else sees the two of them nude.

As soon as Penny opens her mouth, a huge difference becomes apparent.

"What happened to you? I was getting worried, Shel."

@PennyGreene “I… had a lot to think about. Madame LeVert actually helped me work through it.”

Lowering down on one knee, Shelbie takes Penny’s hands in her own. “Penelope Lira Greene… Will you be my wife?”

As for the difference, Shelbie doesn’t seem to notice it, at least not right away.

“…You alright, babe?”

@ShelbieHinton Penny can't hold back her grin when she sees Shelbie kneel and lock hands. Her response is far clearer than her old accent could ever convey.

"Of course, Shelbie. How can I not? We don't even have to involve any governments in this. I declare ourselves wife and wife."

@PennyGreene Shelbie bites her lower lip. “I still want a ceremony. It doesn’t have to be official, just… I want to be with you and my loved ones on a special day. I could meet your parents and you can meet my mom.”