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[sighsheavily]

I can't believe this... I actually like these.

[these being reference to what clothes she's picked at within the room they're holed in for hours indeterminate. she's pulled on a pastel gown and finished fiddling with the fiddlier bits, smoothing out the drapery in front of the floor-length mirror.]

The color is a shame, and I doubt this'd be of use if I get dropped in that bloody maze again, but still...

[it's nice. it feels nice! no more denim and excess buttons...

gads, the rhinestones making cactus blossom patters are kind of tacky, though. she oughtn't complain; it's a step in the right direction.]

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[sighsheavily]

Mn. [certainly, emboldened by his bashfulness:] One of my treasures. I can't stand the idea of having to carry things around as I was before now.

[forgeabettertomorrow]

How did you manage before?

[sighsheavily]

By hand! By hand, I carried everything by hand, Darin.

[beat.]

...Except when some of the skirts inexplicably had pockets. That was rare, however. [and almost always the denim ones. ugh. denim.]

[forgeabettertomorrow]

Yeah, I don't think any of your new clothes are gonna have any pockets like that unless you want me to sew them in...but I think that'd just look tacky.

[He has a little fashion mindfulness! At least when it comes to others. Never himself.]

[sighsheavily]

While I do love and trust your craftsmanship...I agree. Leave the clothes alone, dear.

[forgeabettertomorrow]

Of course, dear. I wouldn't dream of altering them.