She settles into a minor fugue state as he walks away, slicing a section of the back away the way she's seen people do in cosplay videos that she definitely didn't watch enviously from the safety of her bedroom, nosiree.

By the time he's back, the yukata has a panel that looks rather like a catflap open on the back to mid-back, so he can fit his wings through and then tie the panel between them with the waistband.

She wants that smoothie, though, but she at least waits until he's held it out to snatch it and drape the finished yukata over his outstretched arm in the same lunge.

"Sounds good," she types, distracted by sniffing at the smoothie.