"Yep, I think you did it." She'd done the impossible really. If Cece could live in jeans, she would. But occasionally--just occasionally--she liked to look cute. But figuring out how to do it was often more trouble than it was worth.
She disappeared behind the curtain again to change back into the clothes she'd arrived in, reappearing with the two dresses and scarf she was buying draped over her arm and the other hung neatly back on the hanger. She put that on the return rack.
"Oh, you just said the magic word." Coffee. That was the magic word. "I'm down."