"I undairstand completely," she said, quietly impressed with herself for not stumbling over multi-syllabic English words as she used to.
Gabrielle eyed the little dress Morag was looking at, and hoped that she intended on wearing it soon- immediately, even. It was definitely short, and while the look may have worked that night, a baby-grown stomach could quickly push the fabric in ways that would expose Morag quite inappropriately. The girl bit her bottom lip and said nothing, assuming that Morag had to know better. Really, she had to, as a grown woman that... hated... shopping... and never... ah, gĂȘne!!
"Ehm, Ms. Morag, I 'ate to be a bozzer, but... eez zat dress not, ehm... tout court?" She blushed, already regretting the statement, but girls had to help each other.