A robe then. Clue gave a small, uncertain nod — but Miss Potts was right. Indoors or out, he'd look only as good as his robe (at least at school), and besides, it could hide whatever weather-beaten twice-owned shirts lay beneath.

Grateful that he had company in this very unknown little world, Clue approached the first robe he saw. "Something like this...?" he asked Miss Potts uncertainly, not noticing the rose pattern on the collar, nor the feminine draw at the waist.

He also didn't notice the small group of girls giggling at him from a corner.