[ For a moment, it's almost as though she doesn't hear him. She's too focused on measuring the length of his arm, visualizing in her head the sleeves of the outfit she's going to make for him - but after a few seconds pass (and a few numbers murmured under her breath) she pipes up. ] I'm thinking of making you another yukata. After all, you always look good in one! [ heehee. ] But remember that fabric I showed you the other day?

[ She steps back and gestures toward his lower half. ] I'm thinking of using that somehow, to make sure you look extra stylish.