"I've been around enough of them to just know." He wouldn't get into the details of it, not because he was embarrassed that his mom was a stripper and that he'd spent plenty of nights in the back room with the other girls, but because he didn't think Noah would really want to know it.
Waiting outside the dressing room, Lo chewed on his thumbnail and leaned against the wall, mulling over whether or not he would need to get a bra. His boobs were small enough that he could get away without one. But maybe for comfort's sake. Or to give them a little boost, because hey, if you were gonna have them then why not?
Turning to look at Noah in the dressing room, Lo didn't even bother trying not to smirk this time. "They are huge," he pointed out. "There isn't much you're gonna do to keep them from being huge. Just make sure they're comfortable. Jump around in that thing, make sure they don't slip out. That's important with bras, there's a whole science in picking one out.