Melisande ducked her head in acceptance of the standing invitation, beaming at the Artist. She'd noticed the accidental phrasing, but it earned only a smile. It reminded her of when she was a Frei, and Levi had been
caught snooping on her while she dressed. In truth, it hadn't bothered her then…modesty was something the Muse had learned.
She pushed the credit card back across the counter with a gentle touch.
"Let me provide the samples, as I'll take back anything that isn't a fit size wise or style wise! You'll want to cover your first real shopping trip together." Pasha was simply using the counter as a staging area to fold and sort, and she held up the occasional garment for Wasa's approval.
"Once they're altered, you can pick a few to bring to the Lab when it is time? Like a…welcome basket? To be honest, I don't remember much of that day…but I doubt we spring forth fully clothed." 
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