Link eyed that look of confusion on her face, resisting the urge to laugh; he may not have made all that regular of a pest of himself around town, enough that a lot of people didn't realize he was living there for the last two months, but he knew well enough that Sophie had some quirks that would make laughing a bad idea. She'd take it personally, when it wasn't meant that way.
"Clothes," he said, not able to resist being a smartass. She'd heard him talking to Pruce and Ivee enough times that he had a feeling she might feel singled out if he didn't grace her with some of his special brand of humor. "Before it's even said, yes, I know the colors are a disaster waiting to happen, but that's what Sayge exists for."
Out came two sleeves in a pale blue, a top in a dark blue, and pants in a strange shade of red-that-was-almost-pink.
Once the bag was on the floor and out of the way of the clothes, he nodded at Sophie when she approached, her expression silently asking permission to get her seamstress paws on them. "I had no idea what size to get, so I guessed big. I knew it was easier to cinch things in than go the other way."