[ She turns her gaze to the outfit in the bag atop the table, wondering because that statement makes no sense to her even when she focuses her senses on it. She's sure what he's saying is something more than, "It's tainted by demonic coal tar," but even racking her brain, she isn't exactly sure what he could mean. After a moment, she shrugs her shoulders gently. ]
Well, we can't have you wearing something like that. Tell me your sizes and I'll take care of it.
[ He's going to be hungry later and she's had it in her mind to make the staff something for their trouble, too. She may as well knock everything out at once. ]
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Well, we can't have you wearing something like that. Tell me your sizes and I'll take care of it.
[ He's going to be hungry later and she's had it in her mind to make the staff something for their trouble, too. She may as well knock everything out at once. ]