“It’s going to look like you’re a big brother shopping for his little sister while she’s at school. But it doesn’t matter anyway, because it’s nobody else’s business.” Marilla smiled inwardly as she gave Cole a pat on the arm and then proceeded down the children’s aisle. It was funny– just a month ago she probably would have told him he was clueless and then snapped at him to leave her alone. Now, she didn’t want to expend that mental energy just for the sake of being nasty. And besides, it was sort of cute how he got himself all flustered for the sake of making Cecily happy. He obviously cared about her so much. “Do you know what she wants to dress up as? Or what size she is?”
“Is-is it?” he asks, sounding amused but not convinced. Though once upon a time, he was generally fairly oblivious to how other people perceived him, that didn’t remain true. Perhaps they judged him more, now, checking out with Princess themed toys and fruit roll ups. He bites his lip, “W-well, she, um, she has-hasn’t properly decided, um,” he pauses, “Like, uh, it-it depends? I-I mean, um, probably a s-six or-or, um, a small? I th-think I have, like, a rough id-idea of how, um, how big she is, an-and I can f-fix it if-if needs be. Th-thank you, though, I-I promise, um, I’m n-not totally hopeless. I-I’m just gl-glad Cyrus d-doesn’t wanna dr-dress up as-as well.”
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