"Not all of them." Verity grinned, flicking the switch and turning off most of the lights around the store. "Some of them are over chicken coops." Looking him up and down, she shrugged a shoulder. It looked like there was some sort of greasy bit on the sleeve of his shirt, but Verity had never been the sort to care about that sort of stuff.
"Nah," she shook her head, slipping her hands into her pockets. "You look fine," she shot him a grin. "Besides, who're you looking to impress?"