She chuckled as Clue told her she looked fine. Of course, she did to him, they both had established they didn't value or knew what society had deemed appropriate. But she wasn't going to argue that point. "My dormmates typically intervene. They've been trying to get me to wear more frills for years, but they'll settle day to day just making sure that I don't as they say "look like I got dressed in the dark". She refused to wear frills. They were a nuisance, bound to be caught on something and rip - she struggled enough with coping with her lengthening skirts. She dreaded the days she'd be bound to floor-length skirts.

"Oh, that is neat," she offered shuffling closer to peer at the stitching he'd pointed out. "I can't wear white. I get too messy. The housekeeper is always complaining about having to get the stains out. They always turn green from the grass."