Rory nodded. Making things didn't exactly show up in her lit of talents, unlike music. Guess she had Lucifer to thank for her musical know how.
When Lola lifted their leg for Rory, Rory examined the shoe. "It's really pretty, Lola." After a moment she straightened back out in her chair. "Are the thrift stores in town any good?" Rory didn't mind a good thrift store now and again.
"The Dome doesn't seem to play nice," Rory admitted. "Already sent home my father."