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[whathawksdo]

Ah, yes, the perfect excuse to expose my back to people.

[ Nah, she still thinks it's silly. ]

[stealwithit]

[ She claps her hands onto Hawke's shoulders when she's done, giving them a nice pat as she peeks out from behind the stupidly tall mage to look at the mirror. ]

Hey, it's cute on you!

[whathawksdo]

[ Again with the cute, but she doesn't denounce the word this time. She eyes the mirror and tugs at the dress a bit. ]

I don't know. I get the feeling this is a dress better suited for someone younger.

[ And less battle-worn. Also, possibly related to lumberjacks. ]

[stealwithit]

[ Wait are the Hawkes not a family of lumberjacks???

In any case. Kasumi tilts her head a bit at the age comment. ]

How old are you, anyway?

[whathawksdo]

[ They are lumberjacks and they don't care...

Okay. Not really. One was a woodcarver, though! ]

Me? Thirty-one, give or take a few months. [ So super old. Super old. ] Do the months here even count towards age?

[stealwithit]

I mean, they could if you were really into birthdays.

And damn, you're old.

[whathawksdo]

People do seem very obsessed with name-days here...

[ She looks back at Kasumi at being called old, though, and lets out a vaguely amused sound. ]

Not too old. I have a good twenty years left, I'm sure, assuming the Chantry never catches up with me.

[stealwithit]

The Chantry?

I'm guessing that's not some sort of terminal illness.

[whathawksdo]

Not unless you'd call a religion a terminal illness.

[ Hawke goes back to squinting at herself in the mirror, then shakes her head. ]

I'll pass on this one. Go on, out. [ Followed by a beat, then she adds: ] Uh, after you help with that zipper again?

[ Hopeless. ]

[stealwithit]

--Ah.

[ At the zipper, and at the religion bit. Kasumi has had her fair share of religious lunacy, herself, so she'll note that for another time. Another time being very soon, probably. She proceeds to help Hawke with the pesky zipper and politely steps out of the dressing room, even going so far as to closing the curtain behind her so Hawke can change. She resumes her former position nearby, leaning against the wall with the other garments (that she had totally put down somewhere to help with the zipper) bundled in her arms. ]

Note to self: no back zippers unless you want Hawke calling you over every time she needs help with it.

[whathawksdo]

[ For another time? Maybe. Considering how many stories she must owe her by now, whenever another time might be is up in the air if left unquestioned. ]

What? Not thrilled by the thought of coming to my rescue so many times?

[ Is what she calls out of the dressing room in response. Rescue from the zippers that no one can feasibly reach, very evil, very dastardly. What isn't to love? Except... everything. Okay, not the biggest adventure out there, she'd admit. A few minutes go by before she's stepping back out to join Kasumi, dress draped over one arm. ]

[stealwithit]

[ Although it goes unseen, Kasumi shrugs a shoulder. ]

Once or twice is fine. Cute, even. But the moment you start calling me over just to help you with a zipper? I dunno about that.

[ When Hawke steps out, Kasumi steps to her side. ]

What do you think? Look some more, or have you got enough plaid, button-up shirts and not-jackets for the time being?

[whathawksdo]

You're the one who requested the shopping trip, so I'll leave that decision up to you.

[ Though that plaid dress is getting stuffed back into another rack at random, perhaps to be lost to all space and time forever. Who knows. ]

But I don't know what else I could possibly need. The shirt at least counts as something besides a red tank top.