Exhausting indeed. Living life with one foot in one world and one in another couldn't make for a very full life. And one of those options seemed more fruitful than the other anyway. Having legs was a drag, sure, but at least the opportunities were better.
Parthenope had always been allowed a bit more leeway as far as clothing was concerned, though honestly she was not much of a fashion plate either. And she wouldn't be wearing anything that had garnered their mother's approval. That was not the sort of thing one wore to these things, if magazines and television had taught her anything. "Nope, we can shop together. Does that make you feel better?" She had a feeling it might. "I think tight pants are rather cozy. Like leggings. It's like a hug for your legs," she said brightly. She was pretty sure that wasn't why Nerissa was insisting Lennox wear tight pants, but she liked her explanation better.
Parthenope nodded. "I like helping people." Ideally, she'd like to not have to work at all, and just do her crafts all the time, but for the moment that seemed like something that was a little out of reach. "When it's not busy, I do. And it's not usually very busy. I've gotten a lot of sewing done this week, actually."