Jinx's fingers were still playing within the different level of fabric, as the bright and sparkly man in front of her looked for a fitting skirt. She had seen a fuchsia coloured skirt that she loved the colour of but it looked to be the length of a ruler, and that just wouldn't do. She didn't understand all of the girls the wore next to nothing, especially when it was winter time. She viewed it as just tempting them to behave badly and that was something Jinx knew a lot about. As her mind was about to retreat into memory though, Pan seemed to have amazing timing and fished out the skirt he had been after.
Looking it up and down, she took it out of his hands, "No's that poem is by Rini. I have many poems memorized, I think they inspire a level of thought beyond anything else seen or heard nowadays." With it in her hands she twirled around with a smile.
"It does move nicely, doesn't it?" Jinx somewhat asked Sentinel, but she didn't expect a reply, he rarely liked shopping and she doubted he had any opinion of the Pagan skirt. She knew what it was and although it was not her typical fare, she liked it and this man. Looking back, she smiled, "Do you have any others like it?"