In her defense, she didn't even bring up that costume. The look gets a scrunched-nosed one in return.

She's almost done, just a bandage now, taped carefully and well away from the blisters. "There you go," she murmurs, not wanting to interrupt story time. "Do you need help putting the shirt back on?" It wouldn't be good if he got cold.

"There are right and wrong ways to be naked?" This is news to her. She's never thought about it much.