"You don't sword dance, lobo," she replied. "More ease of movement is required than even the stretchiest denim can provide." She grinned. "If she did let you rip them, sooner or later she'd end up with no clothes," she laughed. "Not that you'd really mind, but she does have to leave every so often."
"Probably not this one," she told him, holding up a boxed white shirt. "I know it's boring, but if you get this, you can wear it with anything. If you want to do something nice again, just put it on with a jacket and tie, or something. Actually, two might be a better idea, just in case." She picked up another and tucked it under her arm.
"This doesn't mean you can't buy the dinosaurs, because if I can find one to fit me, I'm buying the dinosaurs," she chuckled.