( peter has a collection of dresses draped over his arm by the point, ones he hasn't explicitly asked juno's permission or opinion on, but has held up to his form, hummed thoughtfully, and added to the pile. it's all art and rhythm to peter, finding the right shades of the right colors, knowing instinctively which will look the best on juno. which is -- a little hard, admittedly, when you're in love with the person you're dressing. juno would look good in a trash bag to peter, he'll look nothing less than exquisite in each and every one of these garments.

but he turns as juno cuts himself off, another rarity in line for the rest today. peter, in his animated way, lifts his eyebrows and swivels his mouth, walking back over to examine it over his shoulder, a little bit too close for comfort. it only takes a second for him to pluck it out of juno's hands and add it with the others, smiling appreciatively at him, free fingers clenched in juno's coat sleeve, tugging him towards the dressing rooms.

they're definitely getting this one. it's already the winner. but -- peter won't turn down the chance to play dress up, and if he's lucky, he might get juno to try on more than one. )

Alright, here's the selection. ( inside the changing booth, he sets them all on the rack, four or so dresses, the blue pants on the top. ) I trust you can put them on by yourself? Of course, I'll be out here if you need anything zippered or otherwise buckled, latched, tied ... And, naturally, I expect a fashion show. ( he crosses his legs on a nearby chair, picking at his nails. )