Jaenelle looked at the box, her sapphire eyes watching with interest when the box - the phone beeped. She looked up as Seth interpreted the message. "You can teach me how to use that?" she asked, fascinated.
And then she looked down at her clothes, the patched pants and the shirt she'd "borrowed" from Papa's closet. Comfortable clothes, that was all she preferred. "Shopping? Is something wrong with my clothing?" There was a hint of midnight in that voice, and a look in her eyes that cut through the curiosity, verging on suspicion.