"As long as it's not my name and address," Amarie said a bit doubtfully. Emma was an artist so painting her own clothes seemed a reasonable thing to do, if that was what she wanted. And using a bit of paint to brighten up old clothes was a good idea too. But putting paint on new things - that just felt wrong.
Then Amarie suddenly realised that now, if she wanted, she could probably buy one of everything in her size in the shop so it didn't matter what paint went where and if it made Emma happy to paint Amarie's pants she should let her. It was the friendly thing to do.
"Yeah, sure," she said. "Paint whatever you like. That'd be really cool."