Quietly pouting behind a partition didn't exactly have an impact when, you know, nobody can see you pouting. Julie was right, on all points. And Abby hated that, people being right about things she really wanted to just be mad about. At least there wouldn't be horrifying gingerbread pumpkin spice nonsense for people who clearly are trying too hard.

Small favors.

Abby just sulked while she got dressed in her new outfit. Black pants with red pinstripes close to the highlights in her hair. Slightly off-white blouse and a black with silver accent corset. It wasn't bad, it fit her like- well, it was meant to fit her. Glories of tailored clothes. She just stares at herself a moment.

She looks nice, but also wrong. If that makes any sense.

That detour out of the way she meets up with Julie in the front, unease on all her features as she tries to get used to- this. "I feel ridiculous... and like I'm being ungrateful. Sorry."