Gabrielle blinked, knowing that some people used certain glamour charms to hide pregnant bellies. Either Morag did not know them, or she was choosing to avoid them... but if that were the case, the woman should not have been complaining! Thankfully, in Gabrielle's opinion, Morag's stomach was not drawing much attention; she had beautiful hair that pulled the eye upward, which helped... some.
Getting into the taxi, she smiled. "I am not much of a reader, but I love ze smell of books."
Gabrielle bit her bottom lip when asked what she wanted, as the answer was overwhelmingly 'clothes.' ...This was exactly what Morag wanted to avoid. What would she do?? It already felt like she was shopping with her mother, but it would be much worse if the kind hostess were unhappy. Still, she could not hold back her enthusiasm about the upcoming recording session, and Gabrielle spit out what would likely be a nightmare for Morag. "I want somezing to wear for when I go to ze Studios!" she quickly admitted. "Ze workers zere are all young men, and I would like to be, ehm, vairy attractive" ...Not that she needed help. "Pair'aps zey will be more 'elpful zat way, no?"