"You can if you'd like. Just his shirt. I have a pair of boxers that I still don't know who they belong to. Well, they're mine, but they weren't before I got them." Fred smiled at her friend, watching the woman flop. She started looking around her studio apartment and finally found the clothes she needed.
"Here we go." She held up some shirts and cargo pants, folding them up to set on the couch by Cordelia. "Those may work. I don't think I have anything to fit..." She glanced down at her own chest, giving the other woman a slightly sheepish smile.
"I...the last thing I remember is the man who sent me to Pylea falling into a portal to somewhere else." She didn't add that the man was dead and who killed him.