"...Probably."

"Well then."

Giggle. Snuggle. "Well, if you're okay with getting punched!"

"It's not like he's going to hurt me. Takes a lot more than a punch to even get annoying."

"Fair enough."

Snuggle. "When's a good time to visit your family?"

"After my brother gets off work and my sister gets home from school, I guess--what time is it?"

"Nearing sunset."

"Oh, gosh, I did sleep a while, didn't I--but everyone's probably home by now."

He pets her hair. "Let me get you some clothes that hide your slave-marks," he says, and another magical plant grows out of the floor, this time spilling a gorgeous glittering silk dress from its single huge blossom.

"Holy crap."

"Now you see why I don't care about grass stains!"

"Yes, yes I do. Wow." She picks up the dress carefully and examines it like she's not quite sure it's safe to touch something this nice.

The ends of the sleeves and the hem of the long flowing skirt are a deep forest green, the collar and shoulders a pale sage like his coat, and it fades out in between in a long slow gradient. Tiny emeralds dot the silk, denser in the darker places, running in long curves and graceful swirls up to the paler parts, where they grow sparser and are eventually intermingled with diamonds. The design is - organic; it looks like the sort of dress that might grow on a tree. Flowing curving patterns with subtle well-balanced asymmetries.

He giggles delightedly at the look she's giving it.

"I'm not sure I can convince my brother you're not fucking me if I walk in wearing this dress."

"Really? It's hardly a very fuckable dress!"

This is true; it's beautiful without being overtly sexual, modest without being stifling.

"But all right, I'll make you a less ostentatious version—" and the first flower gives up its prize and withers away, and another one grows in its place. The second dress is made in the image of the first, but blue-and-blue instead of green-and-green, with the gems replaced by little glass beads.

"It's not that it's an eminently fuckable dress, it's that why would you give me something this nice off four days' acquaintance if you weren't."

"Because I have absolutely stupid amounts of money, and can spend two days a week ruining my best clothes in the east gardens for no reason other than that I felt like lying in the grass to watch the sunrise?"

"In our experience, rich people are a lot more willing to waste money than to give it to poor people."

Snort. "Well, fair. Does the second one work or do I need to tone it down even further?"

"The second one probably works," she says, and kisses him on the cheek.

"Oh good."

...She glances around to see if there is anywhere obvious to change in relative privacy.

There's a half-open door to a bedroom over there, she could try that.

"...There isn't anyone in there, is there?" she asks, nodding to the door.