Ita came into hs room, all smiles and cheer, and Fisher could not help but smile back. "Hi," he said pleasantly, waving hands hands to show off his shirt (ala Vanna White). "You like? It's the most colorful thing I own. And most ironic."

Today he was going to let Ita dress him in whatever it was that people seemed to like wearing. You know, non gothy people. He had the money for it, he had the time, and he desperately needed the change of attitude. "So, I was thinking," he began, already feeling the flush creep into his cheeks, "we could start somewhere like... American Eagle. Or wherever it is you preppy kids shop," he added hastily. It was silly to feel so self-conscious about it, but he'd never tried to fit in before, had never tried to dress like everyone else. Well, maybe as a kid, but that seemed like forever ago.

He cleared his throat, as to dispel his previous statement. "Those my cookies?' he asked, pointing to the kerchief. "Are they like medication, I have to take one every six hours?"