So... evidently Noah wasn't well stocked in the "humor" department. But that was okay. Not everyone was meant to have quick wit and dry humor. So they'd just stick to shopping for necessities.
"Those are a 34C," Lo told Noah matter-of-factly. "That's an easy size to figure out." Linking his arm with Noah's (the one not holding the handful of underpants), Lo led him to the racks where the bras were hung. "These you actually have to try on, to figure out which one fits comfortably. So..." After plucking up a few Lo handed them over to Noah. "Go try them on. I assume you know how to work a bra?" Maybe he shouldn't have assumed, but it was going to be a little strange having to show him how to work one.