She’s taken to the crafting of so many things for my sake that such an adoption is almost inevitable! There are some days when I feel like little more than a walking, talking dress-up doll.
She has no love for these garish old god tier pajamas, though. I just happen to find them particularly comfortable, and my personal style has always been more geared towards comfort than towards fashion.
Oh, she’s as collected and gracious as ever, I suppose. But I suspect that she, like all of us who have been trapped on a meteor with pubescent interspecies teenagers for the past several years, is going just a bit stir-crazy.