Fred blinked again, and she couldn't exactly hide the smile. The short, pushy woman's voice could have easily grated someone's nerves, but the whole "I know/am money" feel gave Fred some comfort. Of course, she hadn't know Cordy when she was rich, or still pretending to be so, but Fred had known Cordy, who would probably always be attracted to nice expensive things. This woman at least had that in common with Fred's missing friend.
"I'm goin' to the ballet. Well, that's where I plan on goin' anyway. Gotta ask someone first, but you're supposed to get dressed up for the ballet, so I'm here. Just not sure what I should get. I was thinkin' somethin' sorta champagne-y. Or maybe something russet like. Course, then I'd be thinkin' bout potatoes all night if I got that color. An' you really didn' wanna know that much, did you?" Fred wanted to touch the dresses but had a feeling the short woman would probably have a fit and a half.