Clue was not the type to be abashed or embarrassed, but he certainly felt profoundly lost as he blinked over at the giggling girls, then at Miss Potts, then obediently made his way over to the gentlemen's department. Yes, sure enough, these items did look more conventionally masculine, though Clue — who was practically a ragdoll — could scarcely guess how he knew the difference.

"There sure are a lot of colours..." he murmured; either to himself or to Miss Potts had she decided to join him. "How in Merlin's name are you supposed to choose one..."