"If you're going to wear a tutu, then you have to wear tights." Pippa makes it sound perfectly reasonable and not in the least bit absurd, giving the child-sized garb a thoughtful look. Oh, there are easy enough alternatives. Some spray adhesive and a couple of jars of glitter. A proper ballerina's tutu from one of New York's many dance shops. Cait's look of mischief has Pippa forgetting for the moment that this is Rory's fate they are discussing and that she might not really want to go that far with the gag. She does supposedly love the man after all. "Multi-leveled...? Oh, you mean because he's and he's a...oh."
Now she does laugh. Fairy, indeed. "And am I supposed to be Peter Pan to his Tinkerbell? I suppose I have the haircut for it." She arches an eyebrow at Cait. "He's going to accuse us of being as mad as hatters, you know."
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Date: 2008-10-14 04:41 am (UTC)Now she does laugh. Fairy, indeed. "And am I supposed to be Peter Pan to his Tinkerbell? I suppose I have the haircut for it." She arches an eyebrow at Cait. "He's going to accuse us of being as mad as hatters, you know."