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The Mainland, Tuesday Afternoon
Feb. 7th, 2012 06:30 pmNatalie had not specifically asked for help. Of course not. What she had done, though, was handwavily, natch dropping by the Devil's Nest to idly talk to a certain Ms. Holloway about, among other things, the dance, and Valentine's Day, and her birthday.
Joan, being the smart lady that she was, had somehow inferred from all of this that Natalie had nothing to wear to said occasions, nor had she any idea what to get because she just wasn't concerned with girly things like that, on the whole.
And that, then, explained why they were now on the mainland, in front of a clothing store with dresses in the display window.
"So... Does this look like a good place?"
[ooc: NFB due to off-islandness, and for that one redheaded mentor of a sort!]
Joan, being the smart lady that she was, had somehow inferred from all of this that Natalie had nothing to wear to said occasions, nor had she any idea what to get because she just wasn't concerned with girly things like that, on the whole.
And that, then, explained why they were now on the mainland, in front of a clothing store with dresses in the display window.
"So... Does this look like a good place?"
[ooc: NFB due to off-islandness, and for that one redheaded mentor of a sort!]
