"Your sister already said she wouldn't wear it even if you got it back for her, and a pregnant woman like you can't fit into something so small. So why won't you just give the clothes back to me?"
A flicker of flame rose from Flora Bloom's palm. The instant it touched a corner of the denim, the clothing was incinerated, turning to dust.
"Are you trying to reason with me?"
Watching the clothes turn to ash, everyone present held their breath.
'What an overbearing pregnant woman!'
"You! You're being too tyrannical!"
"I forgot to tell you. The reason my sister doesn't want it is because *you* touched it; she finds it filthy. It's just second-hand goods now. Burning it is cleaner this way. It'll save the base from some future unpleasantness and scandals."
At first, Rita didn't get it. But once the meaning behind Flora Bloom's words sank in, her face flushed crimson. "You... what are you trying to say? Who are you calling used goods!"
