"In that case, this traveling cloak, too. Not for everyday wear, of course." Molly had the clothes piled high in her arms (all in Cassandra's size, or as close as possible, of course). She pointed her head in the direction of the changing rooms and started toward it. "Come on now," she said with a smile. She could be a little dictator when shopping, but it was her expertise. She'd never expect to tell Cassandra how to better do potions, after all.
"Oh gods, has it been that long? Well, I mean, I text you nearly every day with my updates, not that there are many," she admitted. "Sorry if I bug you with that by the way, the incessant texting, but if you need me to slow my roll, just say it," she chuckled and gently pushed Cassandra into the largest of the dressing rooms along with the large pile of cloth. "What about you?"