Sharon laughs again and nods. "That, pretty often," she admits. "But not when I'm just at home or going out."

She glances up at the sky, trying to think of the best way to explain. "Blue jeans are a thing by now, right?"

She's reasonably sure they are. "They have a way of making them down the line where the material is thin and soft and stretchy. They fit almost like hose. Or like the bottom of my white uniform. And... sleeveless shirts. Kind of like men's undershirts, or like those bathing suits from the twenties, you know?"

The look she slants him is teasing. "Maybe a dress, now and again. If I'm going out somewhere fancy."