[ Despite their situation being something to which she's still becoming accustomed, Aerith finds an amused smile on her own lips when Tseng holds up the options for her clothing. She's not cruel enough to take his shirt from him, which leaves the robe; even at a quick glance, she can see that it doesn't leave a whole lot to the imagination, although it's better than the one she woke up in on that first day here. And it's definitely better than that itchy dress, too.

Despite her decision, though, she can't help but tease him, her voice light: ]

You're placing a lot of trust in my goodwill you know, Tseng. What if I chose your shirt and made you walk around without one, huh? I'd probably be doing some people a favor, right?

[ She laughs, though, and reaches for the robe once he's close enough, slipping it around her shoulders and fastening it.

Thankfully, it's significantly more comfortable than the dress. ]

I think I might go shopping after we've looked at the gardens, [ she tells him with a shake of her head, and her eagerness for the events to come has her moving over to the door of her own accord, fingers closing around the handle, and—

nothing.

Her nose wrinkles, and she glances back at him, smile almost apologetic. ]

Remember the "if" part of the whole plan?