Their current nearest neighbors were a quarter mile away and in their own mansion, but still managed to come over and try to be social with him once already. He mentally named them Boopsy and Sweet Tits. They were a rather eccentric lesbian couple who ran one of the yacht clubs in town and were crestfallen when they heard he was selling his own. He sighed and brought the bags upstairs. "Yes, you'll get your lingerie once we can get to a shop in time before they close. For now, I suppose you'll have to deal with the selection I already got for you." He set the bags in front of the walk in closet, and leaned against the wall, waiting for her to look for herself.
Apparently, he'd already done some shopping for her, himself. Inside the closet was plenty of the latest fashions from the latest labels, and yes, dozens of shoes that he thought screamed "Pam" when he saw them.
"Like I said. I got bored without you bitching at me constantly, so I had to fill my time somehow. And I knew you'd be so angry if you didn't come home to a nearly full wardrobe." He knew how to take care of his Pam, how to pamper her, but on the other hand, he didn't tell her the good news.
"And there's one more thing I've acquired. Something I know will work for you, though as old as I am, I doubt it will be entirely useful for me." He pulled a chain off his neck, and presented her with a necklace. It was quaint, perhaps a bit old fashioned, but the cameo pendant had a secret hidden away behind it - a talisman that protected vampires from the sun. "This is more a gift from Calliope than from me."