Alma poked her had out of the kitchen to look Mark over, grinnng a littl before holding her finger up and continuing the conversation she was having with Drew's principal. Finishing the call she hung up and sighed, glancing at him. . .her again to giggle to herself. "Oh. .wow. Uh. Right." Walking over, slightly timid but mostly excited she tilted her head to press a lazy kiss to Mark's lips. "Let's see about the clothes." Moving layers in a necesary way to see what she had to work with she led her in the room to dig through her closet, a chest and dresser, laying out items that would fit her better.
"All right, well, there's some pajama pants, you wont wanna always be wearin' jeans, speakin' of, those should fit you much better. Couple tanks, a blouse. .well, maybe two, in case you need 'em, you never know. Uh sweater, hoodie, jacket, and those shirts, they're all different sizes, the lazir you feel the bigger your shirts tend to be. Now f'the fun part." Digging into some of her better underwear/bras (so hey werent hardly worn and less of a 'hand-me-down' factor). "Y'should try them on, because if your bra dont fit, it just aint gonna be a good day, if'n they dont, we can run out and get you some, no big."