"Your mom??" Sloth replied, with disgust. She was no yoga-pant-wearing middle-class WASP wafting about essential oils or whatever Scott's mom did. She was- okay, she was wearing men's clothing that was shapeless and oversized, but that wasn't everything! She sometimes wore... other baggy jeans and tees.
No, she was going to pinch some shorts or something while she was here. That'd do the job. That and the cheetos she kinda absolutely needed. So when they went in, she followed Scott down the aisles for a bit, and then disappeared and came back with one of those five packs of basic cotton panties in her hand, tearing into the packet to pull a pair out. It was a Pepto-Bismol pink with white flowers, ugly as shit, but it was better than the loose boxer-briefs she was currently wearing.