I avow to thee, Sir Roland, thy mind is merely meddling itself silly -- the fashions suit thee, and none shall laugh. There will also be no blame to lay, though I shall accept responsibility for it 'twas my idea.

[ wao. she's so happy. hold on, let her go get changed into her eye bleeding fit she decided she'd try on with him. ill fitting but it'll be okay.

... okay. head first, then the rest. beaming. how's she look. give her a good grade. ]

We shall be as two peas in a pod! Kicking the town, as they say! I do not know what one does when they kick the town, however, so I shall leave that in thy more capable hands!