Henn just grinned at him, shaking her head and giving her boobs a jostle, "I know sans-brassiere is authentic, but Anne didn't have as bountiful a treasure as I've got, I'm not about to do without, probably end up hurting myself."
She shrugged, "But I'm good at making invisible underthings." She stood on tiptoe to ruffle his hair, "Mom said as long as we have the place cleaned up when we're done so she doesn't bring an infant into a mess she's cool with whatever shenanegans we get up to."