[Rick watches Evy scurry away, and is left to his own devices, wondering if his presence is an imposition. The shop has all sorts of costumes, but Rick, never a particularly fashionable fellow, just picks the nearest one that looks like it'll fit, and spends the next few moments looking around at the selection. And pointedly trying not to look at Evy, whatever she's doing. There are all sorts of suits, several of which Rick doesn't really recognize at all. Some of them look like little more than brightly colored lingerie, and then Rick has to stop before he mentally pictures something indecent. He begins to walk out of the store, hoping Evy will be done soon.]
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