"Aw, that's so sweet of you, really, now I really do have to!" Kitten gushed at her, oozing sincerity until there wasn't any left. It took maybe three seconds. Luckily by that point she was already picking out ruffled shirts. "I just can't bear to think I've ruined your shirt for you-- like, you were in here shopping anyway, right? So like, what're you getting?"
This one would look terrible with her hair, but only close-up... this one looked great on the hangar but would hang all wrong on a skinny little stick-frame like hers... this one would maximize her hips. They piled up over Kitten's own choices, swaying over her pale arm.