Ginny laughed lightly and looked down at her own chest. She, as her mother liked to say, was a late bloomer. "I have room to grow in that department. I'm hoping I'll go up at least another cup before the end of the year, or I'll be nearly as straight as a board forever."
She shrugged. "Maybe it was to stop stupid people from constantly asking her, Oh! Are they twins?" She nodded, smiling at the selection. "You should maybe take some for tomorrow and the next day, too, in case your sister doesn't have your socks, and it takes awhile for your mum to send them."