Marshall could see that she was completely in her own kind of fashion zone. The only other times he had ever seen her so serious and matter of fact was in the hospital wing.

"No brights. Got it. That won't be a problem anyways. I think the brightest thing I own is a white t-shirt."

What didn't he want? That was an easy question at least. He held up his fingers as he ticked off what he disliked.

"Nothing with ruffles, lace, bows or anything else frou-frou. I kinda like simple things."