Originally Posted by TakemetotheBurrow

Ella was standing with her hands on her hips, eyeing the backdrop thoughtfully. She'd never really thought much about the wild west and was trying to visualize things like Gran would. Get into character, so to speak. What kind of facial expressions did cowboys and girls even wear? Ella wasn't much for looking tough. Hm..

And then there was a bay with his hands quite full. The badger smiled at him and then observed the clothes, a small smile playing on her lips. "They look like they'll fit okay. Nice job." On the clothes picking and size guessing. Besides, what ever didn't fit could be shrunk or she could just roll up the sleeves. "I'll just...go change, then?" And the blonde grabbed the clothes and went to find some privacy. Were there dressing rooms or something? She was going to go find out. "Be back in two."

Or, y'know, maybe five.