Dora had to crack a smile. How would Nora know, anyway? But still. She just had to poke at that. "I thought you knew everything," she teased, poking her gently in the arm but her eyes held her gratitude.
But Dora took the armful of things and a few she'd grabbed and headed in to the dressing room. A couple she discarded right after putting on as unsuitable -- she did not want to look like she was wearing a sack, thank you. She was better than that. But one of the blouses was extremely pretty, and several dresses, though one clung in just such a way to already show the small bump. She went out to show it to Nora, self conscious because she wasn't sure how much she was supposed to show and all that. She twirled and modeled it for Nora, inviting an opnion without saying anything at all.