"That's still quite the haul," Key chuckled. Eyeing the few things he'd collected--he never bothered with a basket and just carried them draped over his arm--he wondered if he would have much better luck. He put most of his effort into shopping for Priscilla so his own haul only included a few tights, the shirt Priscilla picked out, and a blue knit skirt to pair with it. "Well, we'll just have to see if you like my outfits as much as I liked yours. Wish me luck!"

After he slipped behind the curtain, Key donned the clothes, picking out a sheer white pair of tights to go with it, bits of iridescent glitter accenting their way down to his sandals. The whole thing was a look completely different from the subdued sweater and capris he'd worn into the dressing room and left him tugging on a ginger curl as he exited the dressing room. "I feel like I could actually confuse someone that I'm a girl wearing this..."