"Come on, guys. A deal's a deal."

Ben's groan stretched across the living room, despite being behind a separate door. "I am so not spending the rest of the day like this."

Gwen couldn't keep the satisfied smirk from taking over the lower half of her face. "I'm sorry, who won the bet again?"

Kevin's barely audible mumble granted his girlfriend a bigger smile. "You did."

"That's right." She crossed her arms. "So let me see those costumes."

"Gwen!" Ben whined.

"You were going to make me do my punishment if I lost. I know you had the gogo boots ready."

"She's got a point, Tennyson. Can't go back on a deal."

Ben grumbled something to Kevin. Although it didn't pass through the door, Gwen saw their shadows shift. "Okay, fine."

Kevin's crotchety figure stepped into the room first, followed closely by Ben.

Gwen didn't bother attempting to stifle her laughter. Immediately, her amusement and glee sprang from her lungs.

Ben's irritability gave his appearance an even more humorous effect. Adorned with a curly wig and bow, Ben's Wendy outfit matched the original from the movie. His blue nightgown spread from his collarbone to his ankles.

He looked in the opposite direction of his cousin.

Much to his disdain, Kevin managed to fit into the snug green tights. The shirt didn't reach down as far he initially hoped, but it remained a pleasing view for Gwen. His hat balanced on the top of his head, so he could remove it at a moment's notice.

If Peter Pan ever decided to get ripped, this was probably what he'd look like.

Gwen clutched at her torso from cracking up.

"Yeah, yeah," Ben pouted, "laugh it up, Gwen. We're gonna get you back for this."

She only laughed harder.