[Naturally, she's quick to dole out compliments whenever she feasts all of her eyes upon each costume change. Soren waits, having grown a little too fed up with being in this stall to sift through any more fabrics. He found at least one selection for himself, a plum-colored mass of silk draped in his arms, and decided that would do it for now. Soren stayed nearby while his current partner tried on each thing he picked out for him, some of which were loose-fitting and comfortable pants, a tight high-collared and sleeveless top that ended up flattering him immensely, and a few other things he either thought might suit him, would be easy to move in, or at least fit him.
They leave the stall shortly after that and continue on their info (and shopping) spree. Soren makes a belated remark now that he has his full attention.]
Ugh, shopgirls. I'm pretty amazed at how quickly you were able to slip in and out of your clothes. That wasn't magic, was it?
[It's spoken a little dry, no real amazement leeched into his tone, and like he doesn't really believe it's magical but won't wave off the possibility, since he's a witch and all.]
I psyched myself out AUGH if u don't wanna continue this ancient thread I understand....
They leave the stall shortly after that and continue on their info (and shopping) spree. Soren makes a belated remark now that he has his full attention.]
Ugh, shopgirls. I'm pretty amazed at how quickly you were able to slip in and out of your clothes. That wasn't magic, was it?
[It's spoken a little dry, no real amazement leeched into his tone, and like he doesn't really believe it's magical but won't wave off the possibility, since he's a witch and all.]