Actually, Kirley didn’t mind the little giggle that she gave. It was cute, and it seemed that he had met his goal. A giggle was a kind of laugh, wasn’t it? He smirked a bit when she mentioned the frequency of his dress wearing, “Yes, well, they’re rather breezy,” he excused, trying his hardest not to crack a smile. This was becoming a rather outlandish conversation, but he couldn’t say that he wasn’t having fun.
He gave a little shrug as he took another bite, “It’s actually not that often, but I’ve been known to wear the occasional empire waist...or a nice tutu. All part of being a Weird Sister. It’s funny. People expect us to be strange or something. I wonder where they got that idea,” he pretended to be oblivious. Kirley was actually much more comfortable in jeans, to be honest, but he thought he’d play along, just for the heck of it.