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Pixie Dust, Wednesday

It seemed quiet. Too quiet. In defiance, Shelley was cranking some tunes and dancing about the store. Naturally, frequent outfit changes were necessary. It was also apparently necessary to sing along loudly and out of tune.

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Castiel had been enjoying a peaceful stroll through town until he reached the clothing boutique. He stepped in.

"Is the volume level a requirement?"

The music was entirely too loud, so Shelley had no idea what the strange man was saying. "WHAT?" she yelled.

She really did love her some "Party in the USA," so of course she kept on dancing.

"The volume!" Castiel said, pitching his voice much louder. "Is it a requirement?"

"The volume?!" She looked down at her dress. It wasn't skin tight, but still. "You think it's too poofy?" she asked, loudly.

Castiel had never heard the term "poofy" applied to sound before, but then, he was often confused by modern human slang. "It does seem a bit unnecessary!" he said.

She stepped closer, to hear him better. "Did you just call it unnecessary?" Should she be offended? I think I'm offended.

"I'll have you know, it's by a very well known designer!." Knockoff.

And to think, he'd've sworn they were still called "composers". "I'm sorry," he said. "I'm still getting used to the ways of mankind."

What!?! "I am NOT a man!" she stated, stomping her foot. Who did this guy think he was.

This conversation wasn't going very well, was it? Castiel attempted to salvage it.

"I'm sorry," he said again. "Are you some variety of alien, then?"

"A variety of... what did you say? Did you just call me an alien?" she asked over the music. "Where do you get off?"

This was too much, Shelley stomped over to the radio and turned it off. Then turned around and just glared at the man.

Oh good, she'd turned the music down. Well, off. Either way, it made it much easier to communicate.

"Get off of what?"

"You, you..." There was a lot of pointing and waving of her hands. "You, come in here, insult my dress, insult my, um, my woman-ness, and then you call me an alien!"

She smoothed down her dress and took a deep breath.

. . .

Okay, Castiel was pretty sure he hadn't actually meant to do any of that.

"I think perhaps we have a miscommunication."

"Well, I think, perhaps, you're a big fat meanie," she responded, not really thinking it through.

Castiel looked down at himself.

"This vessel is not overweight."

He was right. "You're right," she said, rolling her eyes at herself. Why couldn't she ever stay mad?

"And I'm sorry. You're actually very nice looking. Cute, even. Your, um, vessel is not fat at all."

"And your dress is very . . ." He tried to figure out something appropriately hip and complimentary. He failed. "Nice."

"Thank you," she said, giving him a little spin so he could see the full thing. "I think it's perfect for this weather." The material was entirely too thin and the length too short for the weather.

Castiel was fairly certain that people required more insulation than that. "I think you might be more comfortable with a jacket."

"Good call," she agreed, reaching over to a nearby rack and grabbing a leopard print blazer. She thought it looked awesome with her hot pink dress.

"Do you think the shoes work?" she asked, nodding down to the bright yellow pumps she had on her feet.

Castiel looked at the shoes. They didn't appear to be broken in any way that he could tell. "Yes."

She looked them over with a critical eye. "I don't know, though, with the jacket, I might want to go with something a little more bold." If that was humanly possible.

"How do you feel about leggings?" she asked.

He was supposed to have feelings about leggings?

"I've never thought much about them."

She thought about it and decided that this guy really knew what he was talking about. "You know, you're totally right. I mean, last year, yes, leggings were very much 'in,' but now, I'm thinking they've passed their prime.

"How did you learn so much about fashion?" she inquired.

He had absolutely no idea what she was talking about. "I've been around for a very long time."

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