'Well for starters, that a red suit is a fairer sight than the first one I saw, Jacks bright orange one.' her fingers lingered on the soft fabric of his coat as she looked up to him, an easy smile on her lips. A loose curl that had worked its way free during her dance bounced with every little movement of her head as she looked from his eyes all the way down to the edge of his coat again.

'Suits are very fancy, even Arthur's clothes aren't this nice,' except maybe one or two of his jackets but on the whole, Camelot looked like the great unwashed compared to this crowd tonight. Especially the men.

'Maybe if there's ever another ball I might have gotten myself a better colour by then, Izzy said I looked lovely, and Jack would never say a bad word but I'm not convinced orange suits me.' It wasn't something she would normally admit, not feeling like she fit in in a fancy dress. That was supposed to be her territory, her kind of thing, but they were held so close together that she could say it in almost a whisper. She liked her choice, but the colour and when she remembered she had been on stage with it, the cut, did cause her some pause.

She would still be sorry to see the dress go, though, as the computer would surely want them back.