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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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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."

"I guess..." Though she is not sure that her upbringing would help her much there.

"It's more... them."

"You speak to a man who has always preferred animals and art to other men - at times my fellow humans can seem from an entirely different world," Oliver says, knowing something of that feeling.

"Yeah..."

She sighs. "And they don't like outsiders."

"People here tend to be quite accepting," Oliver comments. He's all for Sonia making friends! "Certainly the women are of a much different sort than I am used to."

"Yeah..." She nods. "It's... real nice." And she is tearing up. Pls ignore that, Oliver. Pretend she's a hard-boiled demon hunter who does not let her emotions get the best of her.

"It is, at that," Oliver agrees softly, successfully fighting the urge to pat her on the shoulder in a paternal sort of way. He's not sure she'd appreciate it, and he doesn't want to mess up the dress.

She fumbles with the pins again, mainly to distract from Emotional Moment.

Those are always awkward.

Also good at distracting from Emotional Moments? Topic changes.

"Was your old outfit deficient in some way?" he asks, with the air of someone who's searching for something else to talk about and isn't entirely sure this is the best topic but has nothing else at the moment.

She turns a bit red at that one.

"...got too small."

DESPITE EXERCISE. WTF.

Oliver looks nothing more than lightly concerned. You get good at controlling your facial expressions after a few decades of lying. "Oh, dear."

His look of concern grows a bit as he asks, "And you've been healthy? Lord, I'd hate to send you away from a hospital if you were ill...."

"Y-yeah!" Fluster! "I mean, no worse'n before... I ain't- ain't had more stomach problems. I'll be okay!"

SHE CAN DEFEAT LARGE MONSTERS. A LITTLE... WHATEVER THIS IS IS NOT GOING TO STOP HER.

The worry disappears and Oliver smiles. "Ah, how wonderful." One vomit does not a pregnancy make.

And yet...he nevertheless resolves to make the trip to the closest shopping mall outside of Kansas. And see if a few more women would like to come along. Because all women can automatically spot the signs of pregnancy, in Oliver's mind.

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