Pan had never heard of Rini. He was more of a music man himself, and his poetry came from bits and pieces of lyrics that he remembered from before the virus. Still, he had a great appreciation for the spoken and written word because they often had their own kind of internal music and rhythms. "Memorized?" He smiled, charmed by the girl. "That's wonderful!" He watched as she spun around with the skirt pressed against her.
"I think I may have..." He once again shifted through the pile of clothes on the table. He had quite a random assortment of things due to the fact that he could only work with what he was able to find. After another moment he was able to pull out a bunch of differentskirts that were somewhat similar to the first, and ones that he personally liked the most.