Eyes glancing over him, Cerise's lips curved up in a smile at the sight of Tibby's pajamas. She had no idea what that rather odd image on the front of his shirt was, but she still thought he looked good. And judging by the expression on his face, he approved of her outfit as well.
"I say that all the time," Cerise replied in soft voice, taking his hand and padding barefoot along behind him as he led her through the house.