"To be honest," Clarience murmured after cooling down from her fit of rage, "They're pretty jacked up."

She knelt down and picked up the shards from the ruined glasses. "We should go out and buy some new ones, rarely anyone visits my shop. So I can lead the way for you, maybe get you some contacts? You don't look that bad without them. Okay, let's just say if I were a boy, I would consider you bangable." She chuckled at her remark then moved forward with the conversation, "Come on, grab onto my shirt sleeve and I'll lead the way. I don't want to get out those toddler leashes."

Clarience tapped on Estelle's shoulder to signal where she should grab.