"Will you throw me out if I don't?" Irene wondered, idly looking around for something to throw on -- tempting though it was to give the whole island a show, she did like keeping her battle-dress for special occasions. "Don't threaten me with a good time, darling."

She was at least moving to grab a dress of Amaya's, at least. Not one of the new ones, of course -- wasn't it cuter and funnier for Irene to mosey her way home in something that looked like she'd wandered in from the mainland renaissance faire? (And then, of course, for her to return the garment, lovingly pressed, in a week or so's time? Always build in an excuse to return, Adler Advice 101.)