"That's because you're invading my personal space."
She giggled. "You like it though."
"You're very confident about that."
"I'm right, aren't I?" She pulled back, her smile warm enough to melt steel.
I was saved from answering by Iris bursting out of the closet in a sailor uniform with a ridiculously short skirt and a blonde wig.
"Ta-da! Sailor Moon, reporting for duty!"
I crossed my arms, pretending to judge critically. "Hmm. Turn around."
Iris spun in a circle, the skirt flaring out. Thank goodness she had shorts under.
"Not bad," I nodded. "Though I don't know why all these magical girls fight evil in miniskirts. Seems impractical."
"It's fashion, Zay. You wouldn't understand." Iris struck a pose with her hand on her hip. "Rate me on a scale of one to ten."
"Strong eight."
"Only an eight?!" She looked outraged.
"Nine if you actually learn the transformation speech."
"Deal." She grinned. "Your turn, Harlow!"
