Which is quite the pity, since it's a lovely store.

[Yeah, you better believe she's gotten herself into there before, generally with the help of Silver and a little bit of creative fibbing, accompanied with her personal poise and recollection of exactly how a haughty royal from Ye Olde Englande acts in the face of someone daring to imply they aren't allowed in somewhere.

Once they're in their room, though, she catches hold of Dave's hand and does a little twirl and spin out to arm's length, which takes her far enough into the room to pluck up her deck of tarot cards and twirl right back again into his arms.]

But I like your shirts as they are, too. They're terribly comfortable, I've found, the few times I've borrowed them.

[She casts her gaze up, offering him a hint of a coy grin. Laundry theft is the best theft, and especially so when it's your girlfriend-soon-to-be-fiancee doing the thefting.]