BEAN BOY. FOREVER AND EVER.
"Look for yourself. I don't know what kind of clothing you prefer. Lots of khakis, though. And judging by the look of that stupid photo on the wall, we've got some matching outfits in here, too."
She continued rifling through the woman's drawer, pulling out article after article after article, holding them all up before deciding yes, and tossing it onto the bed, or no, and shoving it back in the drawer. When she was satisfied with her items, she moved away to examine her haul, giving Bean Boy some room.
"Whattaya think?" She pulled her heavy sweater over her head, leaving her in a tank top that would have been too thin to wear on it's own, but thin enough to wear under a shirt. "Find anything?" She pulled on a cotton, three quarter inch sleeve, scoop neck shirt. Perfect.