"I've been awaiting their reveal with bated breath," Caitlyn answers, arms snaking around Vi's back immediately with the invitation. "If I may."

She releases the clasp -- with considerably less hassle than Vi did hers, though she's courteous enough not to mention it -- and tugs the straps down the length of Vi's arms before tossing the garment haphazardly onto the nightstand. (It lands perfectly atop the lamp.)

"Ah," she says, taking in the sight before her. Her smile slants lopsided, showing teeth. "They're cute."