“Er… designer… uh… nice clothes…” He gave a sheepish smile thinking even when he had been Faith, he had never given clothes that much thought, “See why I’d need yer help. Ms. Cordy yer my only hope in this.”
Cordelia laughed at Faelen’s answer. “Wow, you really do need my help.” she proclaimed proudly.
She wondered, though: why was Faelen going out of his way to buy this friend of his clothing for, as far as she knew, no special occasion? “Hey,” she began, her smile transforming into a mischievous grin. “Is she your girlfriend?”
