"I see..." Gerome wasn't sure what a 'floppy shirt' was, exactly, but he could make a guess. Looking around there were many shirts on offer, so all she would need is one that was bigger on her than her actual size, he assumed. And something that suited her? White or black were colours you could never really go wrong with, but there seemed to be a lack of those.

Gerome stepped around her and moved toward the shirts that looked like they were mens. It was hard to find one that wasn't patterned. But after a minute of picking through, he pulled out a shirt, golden and brown in colour. Yes, it had patterns, some kind of fruit by the looks of it, but it was a light fabric at least.

"... Perhaps something like this? And wear your own pants?" Or a pair of the longer shorts. But those were still not pants.