"It was really good food," she wheedles, ducking her head. It's still a novelty to have access to all this produce, not to mention all the things she's never tried before. Abby's becoming overly fond of savoury breads and large, overripe fruit that seems to be in no short supply. Why would she buy more clothes? She has clothes.

And now, these clothes, which are fancier than anything she's ever owned. At least she looks okay. Abby didn't glance at herself in anything reflective before arriving; if she didn't like the look of it, she would have talked herself out of going.

"Thanks. I'd say you do too, but you always look nice."