The dress she comes down wearing is blue, with a low neckline that nearly leaves the sleeves unattached -- it's not a dress she'd wear for company, though the skirt reaches down to her ankles. Something about it nevertheless is seductive, inviting, intended for him. She has her hair braided neatly in a crown around her head, and her single silver comb tucked on one side; no other jewellery.
"It's a little fancy for supper, I guess," quietly, when she's standing in the entryway to the kitchen. Despite the tone, she seems confident.