[There's a reason that she keeps going back to those colours... even on a subconscious level. They've become her favourite over time... Wonder why. She catches his smile and realizes only then what it is he's smiling about, and she skirts her eyes away from him to poke at the skewers before settling back near him again...

And she looks over, her eyes roving over him thoughtfully and admiringly.]

... I think you'd look nice in a white one.

[She snickers.]

Then again, you could show up in that pirate or prince costume of yours and I'd have nothing to say about it.