Target it is, then! Brooke nudges Gabe in the direction of the red bullseye store. "You're prepared for the fact you're going to have to try on clothes, right? I can't tell you how many times Gram has bought something and not checked the size. I think he once wore a top that was too small for him just to spite me." She wrinkles her nose. "There was midriff. Then Guy gave him a high five."