“no… I don’t actually mind.” he sounded as confused as he looked. When had that happened? Did it happen before and he just not realize it? “I need to test the size of them in my hands. So I can whip them out and explain science at any given time. And they have to fit in all my pockets. I made this dress to be historically accurate, so it actually has pockets in the underskirt.”

Carlos nodded. “Right, right,” he said. “I’ll get you a few different sizes to pick from.” He smiled. “I just want to make sure Seres doesn’t look at nasty stuff by accident.”

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