She'd be lying to herself if she said she wasn't pleased to hear that Pixie had a way to keep herself protected -- even if that dark look was a little unnerving. Beauty had seen her share of darkness in the City. She didn't like thinking that some of it lived in Megan. But as quickly as she could identify it in her new friend's expression, it was gone again. Beauty relaxed, then smiled at the squeal.
"Of course I'll try hair chalking!" she said. Really, when faced with such unabashed pleading and rampant hope, she couldn't have turned Megan down! But it was a leap of faith to agree without knowing... "What is it?"
She flipped through the dresses on the rack in front of her, found a dark purple one, and held it to her forearm to see what it would look like against her skin. The dress itself didn't look like much, but perhaps the simplicity of it would end up being more elegant instead of plain.