Stripping might, in fact, end up being a thing she needed considerable help with. These stays -- was that what they were called? She could barely remember. Tricky things. Wonders for the figure; horrors for comfort. If she wasn't already the sort of person who was used to grinning and bearing through hardship, she might have complained.

Hell -- at some point she'll probably complain anyway.

She waggled the food before him. "Hey. Earth to Sparrow."