"Smart," Jo replied, but her tone is almost arch.

Almost straight along the lines of Of course, you aren't.



There's a look-over, for the safer of the two topics, and she nods with a shrug. It's weird. It's definitely super, super, weird to be in his clothes, that even if they smell fresh and washed, still manage to smell like him. Remind her of things that haven't been in a really long time. Not that she would have stolen his jeans, but she had at a point stolen enough shirts and flannels from the side of the bed on weekends and stolen work holidays.

"Yeah. That'd probably be better than me deciding not to shrink your clothes." At least she was honest. About that much.