Or something. Anne wasn't sure how to tell Sam that she had never, not once, been shopping for fun. she knew that women did that, she just wasn't one of them. It was why her wardrobe consisted of... well, of a borrowed red tank top and jeans and his t-shirt and sweats at the moment. Previously, clothing came with a thought, closet not needed.
Biting her lip to stem her nervousness, she nodded. "We could do that." Pause. "I've never been. Shopping."
She barely knew how to do her hair without waving her hand. It was kind of ridiculous.