To Ita, climbing over the wall of the dressing room to help someone pick out clothes seemer totally natural. She was a strange one, her. Wonderful, but strange. Fisher was reluctant to admit he really liked Ita and her sunniness.
You need to spread me? Did Ita not realize how that sounded? "Oh, I'll spread you," Fisher teased, giving her the smarmy wink. "Spread you like... like Cheez Whiz on a cracker!" That was spreadable, right? Though usually you just sprayed the Cheez onto the crazker from the can. But she'd know what he meant!
As commanded, Fisher put his goth pants back on. And when he put on the other things Ita gave him, and looked in the mirror, he had to admit he didn't look half bad. "Nice," he said. "Very... gothic classy."