"Sure, I do." Avery pulled open the door and stepped back, waiting for Corey to join her. "You give me yours, and I'll give you mine. If I asked my cousin to help me, she'd probably just tell me I look fat in everything." Smiling, Avery didn't comment on Corey thinking she sucked at this stuff. Maybe she did, who knew? "What are you looking for? Anything, like, specific?"