"What? Don't you think I look pretty?" Hugo asked, pretending to pout as he'd seen Rose do when they were younger. "I think this dress does fabulous things for my legs." He smoothed the material over his thighs, and gave in to the urge to pull it down some. His dad was right, probably best not to speculate on where or why Rose would wear something like this.
"So, think we'll get cake before Uncle Charlie murders us?" he whispered, and really hoped the answer was yes. There could never be enough cake.