Let's go with the familiar thing. He can always change his mind, seeing how fast clothes get made around here.

Zoom.

Pajamas are delivered to his room. The bed has been made neatly since he got out of it.

—yeah this is basically a hotel room isn't it.

What other amenities does the room have?

Ensuite bathroom. It's not really very interesting in here. Comfortable, but not interesting.

He takes off the outfit he has been wearing in order to change into the pajamas.

He looks at it, and it gives him some food for thought.

He does some more reading, and thinking, and goes to bed.

In the morning he's got a message from Tarinda asking if there's anything else he wants from her today.

I don't exactly have enough plans at the moment to say that I need something.

I've seen a lot of things that can happen but I don't have a good sense of how to put a life together out of that yet? The terrible blank canvas, you know? I feel like the solution to that is to do or see something more substantial but I don't know what yet.

Substantial?

Sorry, wrong word. In-depth. The doing or seeing, not the something.

Hmmm. Well, you can come over and we'll put our heads together?

Yeah, in a bit.

After using the bathroom for all relevant purposes it's time to consider what to wear. Available in room: one set of pajamas and one set of flashy masked outfit designed for wind and falling.

Dear internet, fashion advice? Or rather, inspiration?

The internet is a chaotic and confusing place and there's a note that Smart Search Is Currently Low Confidence. Swirly butterfly-wing gown? Kimono? 1930's suit? Jeans and a chenille sweater? Movie-costume leather armor? Wizard robes? The 2047 Wonder Girl TV series traditional Themysciran garb? Baju kurung?

—hmm, eeeh, no, nah, nope, enh, nope, nah, it's time to design something again.

Some tweaking is required, but eventually there is a return trip.

And Tarinda may hear knocking upon her enormous front door.

She'd better go see who it is!

“Hi!”

"Hi there! Hmmm, haircut?"

—gigglesnort.

“I had a certain shortage of things to wear — sorry about leaving my generic wakeup clothing behind, I didn't think of it — and I came up with a thing and it didn't really feel consistent at least to my 2022 sensibilities, hey? And if I once said ‘sure, I'd at least try this once if it were technologically feasible’ — and really meant it — then I'm gonna do that. Before I lose my nerve.”

The clothing in question definitely falls into the category of “dress”. It's in deep green with silver curlicues that shift to extrapolate a pattern from how her slightly wavy hair falls down the back, and the loose material shifts as she walks in to form creases and folds aligned with the movement rather than gravity.

"Well, you look lovely."

“Clearly the evidence so far suggests I should take up a career in clothing design!”

Hopefully there is a direction they can proceed in? If she has to stand around she might be visibly wobbly.

There's a divan in the entryway if she wants to plop thereupon. "It's a lively field! I went to a fashion show six months ago, one of the hardcore ones where you don't even fab stuff, you have to sew."

Emphatic plop.

“I'd never have the patience. Even with whatever the latest in sewing machines is.”

"Some people like to hand-sew! It's not my thing either. There's all sorts of specialties, some people fab everything."

“So what would I be getting compared to? What's my genre?”

"Hmmmm, 'space elf princess'?"

“Heh.” Pointing fingers for mock pointy ears. “I'll take it, but I meant including yesterday's outfit.”