"'Not picky' - very dangerous words. Very dangerous." Miranda soon had a large bag that looked like it had been handmade/quilted. She wrapped up poor Pluto very carefully in the tissue and set him somewhere in the bag. She slipped by him one more time and pulled on the sweater. "Now I can take it home."
The sweater was a few sizes too big, the sleeves stretched out. Neither the bag nor the sweater matched exactly what Miranda was wearing - a fuller skirt that was probably a little thinner than it should be and a shirt with a tight bodice - but it all seemed to work for her.
"Curry will do. There's a nice place just down the way."