Terra's head was already whipping around to lead her straight to that mess of costumes by the time he could react to her expression. So his little smile went unheeded. It happened sometimes, but he was hardly bent out of shape about it; he had to keep up.

This wasn't new territory, this aspect. Much like the fair months ago, Zelgadis simply had to be present, keep up, and pay attention. He wasn't much for fashion (neither was she, if anyone was being brutally honest), but he watched to learn. Her tastes, for the most part. Future reference.

And, here and there, he could point at something he thought suited. He knew enough about color and shape to at least do that, not just stand there like a more jaded and useless boyfriend would...