Leslie looked over at Brianna. "So, what's your plans for the holidays, Bri?"
Brianna shrugged. "There's no sense in going back home for a break. There's no one to go home to." She looked outside. "This is just too strange for me, though. I know it's Christmastime, but look outside! It's warm, the sun is bright --"
"This is an island," said Phil.
"Yeah well so is Ireland and you don't see me wearing and shirt and shorts there in December."
A light went on in Leslie's head. "Speaking of your wardrob, Bri, maybe we can hit the mall to expand your clothing collection."
"...How commercial of you," was all Phil said.
"Hush," replyed Leslie. "Come on Bri. We can pick up stuff for the festival at the same time. What do you say?"
Brianna rubbed the back of her neck, as though ashamed of something. "Well, I don't know if I can afford it..."
Grimm looked at Brianna, puzzled. Then he remembered -- she didn't understand the concept of a bank account yet. "Your checks have been deposited, Banshee. You have five thousand in your checking account, the rest is in savings."
Brianna's eyes lit up. "Cheques?" She looked at Leslie and grinned. "Well, I suppose I need a few items..."
"Of course."
"And we need to pick up some more items for the festivel..."
"Naturally."
"And I'll need some help from someone with great fashion sense..."
"I'd be glad to help," said Luchadore.
Leslie and Brianna looked at him. "Right...well, Bri, grab your purse."
"I don't have a purse."
"Well I think I know where we need to start..."
