"Maybe next time we can do this at mine," Irene decided, giving that entire lack of ceremony an amused smile as she took the green dress that was, definitely, a dress and not a robe. It was always fun to toe that line between making Amaya uncomfortable in the good way versus trying to figure out where the actual bad buttons to push lay. (And now Irene wanted to find a reason to get herself some sort of medieval fashion statement, just to follow up on how cute and funny she would find it.) "Without the bit where I'm a martin or something for -- however long it's been."

Really, Irene had figured she'd be some sort of elegant cat. At least she'd been an expensive sort of weasel, at least.