“That would be a good idea. You should have enough clothing at the end of this endeavour to be able to go a few days without washing things.”
She shook her head. “If you’re not, then no.” She returned the red shirt to where it had been hanging, and chose instead a dark green. And then she added a darker turquoise to the shirts in their hands. It wasn’t so bright as to be garish, but it was brighter than most of the other shirts she had chosen so far.