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Sonia's a surprisingly good seamstress, given her occupation. (Then again, her occupation often involves rips, tears, burns, and other wounds to clothing, so it's a practical consideration.)

So, having discovered that it is now impossible to wear her hunting outfit, she's improvised something with her bedsheets and is now inside the house, trying to ease it more into a "dress" and less a "toga." While in it.

She of course still has the whip at her side. Just in case anyone feels like laughing at her.

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Hey, a woman sewing. Oliver approves. He's never heard of sewing a dress while in it, but, then again, it's not like he went shopping with his wife.

So she gets a mildly curious glance along with her friendly smile and headbob of greeting.

He gets a grunt around a mouthful of pins.

"Don't got nothin' else," she explains, once she's extricated them.

"You might go on a trip to find some more suitable ones, once you have this finished," Oliver suggests.

He doesn't want to take away the value of her project, after all. It's good to have things to do! Oliver wishes he had more of them!

"A trip? There's a market?"

That's definitely got her interest.

Especially since, y'know, wearing one's bedsheets is not really all that great.

(Though these ones are pretty nice in general.)

"There is the town of Smallville, which allows some transactions to be done on credit, as well as the city of Metropolis, though I know little of that.

"However, there are also many other abandoned stores outside of Kansas - if, of course, one wishes to face the danger of leaving the state."

"Which way? Um, for all of 'em." Because Sonia is 1) starting to crave a little danger, and 2) kind of desperate for clothing. And maybe some other stuff. A new ribbon or two would be awesome.

Oliver gives directions that I am too lazy to look up.

"I have a map of the nearby area and a van for transportation, should you wish for any company."

Oliver is not craving any danger - but he really wants to get away for a bit.

On the one hand, vehicle.

On the other hand, it's probably not the same as Satya's thing of horror and awful.

Also on the other hand, CLOTHING.

"Sure!" The fact that fewer people will attack/shortchange a priest is helpful, too.

And it only now hits Oliver that he just volunteered to help a young woman go shopping.

He clears his throat.

"Perhaps we might bring one of the young ladies who know this land. She might be able to help you. Tell you where the right stores are. And such."

OR SHE WILL MAKE HER DRESS IN HORRIBLE CLOTHING, PREYING ON SONIA'S IGNORANCE.

Wait, there are a few people here who do not fit that category.

"Y- yeah... maybe... If you don't mind, I guess."

Oliver smiles slightly. "I merely thought you would enjoy the company of another of your sex in an endeavor such as this."

Is that too many words? "I know absolutely nothing of women's clothing," Oliver re-explains.

She chuckles. "Ain't never been that comfortable with..." Anyone, really.

"With, um, another of my sex. 'Cept Mama."

"Now might be a good time to get to know your fellow women," Oliver suggests gently.

"Though you know your own inclinations best, of course."

Edwin is still attempting to get his bearings around the farm-and is hoping to meet someone a little more normal. Or not-normal but slightly less confusing and/or alarming than the people he's met thus far.

As he hobbles into the house, he calls, "Hello?", then pauses as he finds Sonia. "...Er."

Even in mid-tailoring, Sonia can go from zero to KILL YOUR ASS in seconds. The whip is out and ready, and she's not looking friendly.

He may have a moment or so to look (and sound!) harmless before anything gets inflicted on him.

There's really only one response to that-"Gah!" Followed by the whunk-whunk-whunk of Edwin hurriedly trying to back up on crutches. (It doesn't go so well.)

Unfortunately, Edwin has this aggravating habit of shifting when surprised, and to hell with House's orders not to shift at all. Thus, the extra feathers he's suddenly sprouted probably won't help matters much. (But the fact that he's stayed mostly human and has a deer-in-headlights expression might.)

THAT'S RIGHT DEMON YOU FLEE THE WRATH OF GOD'S CHOSEN YEAH!

"I see you show your true colors! You dare t'attack this place in broad daylight?!"

"Attack?!" Edwin still bears a striking resemblance to a deer that's looking at the pretty, pretty lights about to smush it.

He's not attacking anything! He hasn't even poked anybody with his crutches!

...

This is the second time that something resembling a demon has failed the Banter Test. He really should have finished shifting, growled/roared/screeched, and jumped at her.

She relaxes, just slightly, and squints at him.

Edwin is busy shifting back to entirely human form and keeping a death grip on his crutches. If she comes after him, they're the only way he can hobble away towards safety.

"I didn't know they armed Sacred Women," he says after a moment. Clearly she has to be some sort of weird Sacred Woman, if she's that ready and eager to turn him into a feathery pulp.

"In Warakiya, it don't matter who, so long as y'can fight."

Still looking him over, she moves closer.

"You... ain't all took over."

"Wara-what?" His first question is interrupted by confusion at her statement. He attempts to back away again, still looking baffled. "'Took over'?"

"By the Devil." She's still after him, reaching out to prod him with the toe of her boot. "So, you ain't here t' eat nobody..." Just to make sure.

"No! No, I'm not a demon, and I'm not going to eat anyone, and please don't do that, my leg is broken!"

Whunk-whunk-whunk go the crutches until Edwin notices he's backed himself into a corner.

Bugger.