"Well, we did get a late start on the sleeping thing." Fred smiled, not sure exactly how long they'd slept. "Check your pockets. I know, sounds crazy, but it'll give you something to do while I get dressed." She smiled before disappearing in the bedroom. A little teeth brushing, face washing, hair brushing, all followed by dressing.
Once more, the clothes were tighter than she usually wore, but then this fellow didn't know her at all. None of what she did would seem overly strange. A strappy tank under a very thin sweater, over jeans and tennies. It suited her well enough.
"So, what do you like to eat? There are tacos, burgers, Chinese, waffles, pancakes, ice cream, all sorts of food really." She smiled as she looked at him. "His clothes don't swallow you, but they don't look bad either."