Cassie squeezes back, smiling as the clerk, slightly bemused, directs them toward a corner of the shop containing a few jars.

She makes her way over and takes a sniff. Her nose wrinkles.

"Hmm. Might hold out for the train store for this one. I think we could find something cute to wear, though. Something to make me look like a 'proper lady.'"

She twirls in place and puts on an affected voice at the last two words.