Key couldn't help but bite back a laugh as Priscilla placed the money in the freezer, but he left it be. He couldn't think of a better hiding place himself and well, the literalness of the statement seemed too perfect to pass up. He only snapped back to reality when Priscilla questioned him again.

"Ah, yes. At least a sweater and skirt should fit right. We're not quite the same size, but if it's stretchy, it's fine regardless," he murmured more to himself as he led Priscilla into his bedroom and from there, the closet. Despite being neatly organized, clothes filled every shelf and hanger, giving the room a cluttered look. Key immediately started plucking a few items down and holding them out to Priscilla. "What do you think? Can you wear these?"