[He's about to come up with some sort of soothing platitude to calm her down when she apparently does just "poof" her clothes away, and he's left hovering over her without the grey sweater anywhere in sight.
He can't help but laugh, grinning at her and leaning in to press a peck to her lips.] That's my girl. Try it again, yeah? Let's do something about this top of yours.
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He can't help but laugh, grinning at her and leaning in to press a peck to her lips.] That's my girl. Try it again, yeah? Let's do something about this top of yours.