"I don't know, you look like you lost weight," Bev scolded, taking the cup of coffee with a thanks. She sipped it, to test it out and yep - that was how she liked it. Black, with a pump of raspberry flavor - those frappulattechio's could fuck right off. Simple and delicious was it for her.
But yes, then she leaned over with leonine grace to grab her trusty tape measure. Billie was given some spare fabric to play with (she could tear it up to her hearts content), and Bev started with her very best friend's chest since she already had his neck measurement (for the collar of the shirt) and that couldn't have changed much. Unless he got stung by a hoard of bees.
"Probably all this stress about your brain - which, by the way, what's going on there?" she asked, then added, "Hold out your arms."