"I mean I think you'd look lovely in flowers and lace." She shrugged. She wasn't being malicious, simply teasing him like she would any of her other friends. "Frankly, you'd probably look better in it than me." Than much was true. Mr. Leverett had a decidedly feminine look to him and while she wasn't masculine really, she was long and gangly and far to tan and muscular to be pretty. Frankly, she was taller than Clue - by what she had to guess was a solid four inches. And while she typically wasn't taller than most of the boys (though she was close to many her own age), she towered over many of the older girls.

"I just pick a color I think is pretty,  or you could just go with a conventional black. I'm not the best help for fashion advice. My aunt tells me I always look like I got dressed in the dark. She lectures me on colors that apparently suit my skin but I don't know what any of it means."