"It's rare to run into you. Can I shop around with you?"
"Mm, sure."
"Thanks." Onoya An looked delighted, then turned to Kariu Rena. "Is that okay?"
"Sure."
"It's a day off, but you're still wearing braids and glasses!"
"Oh? Oh, yeah! It depends on my mood."
The sale area had all kinds of yukata, with every imaginable design and style. There were mature, understated ones and lively, cute ones, suitable for girls, children, and women of every age. The selection was dazzling.
"What's wrong?"
"Which one makes me look slimmer?"
"Slimmer? Then probably that striped one?"
"So it really is this one. But I like this one!"
"Do you really care that much? You're not fat at all!"
"Yeah. Having breasts makes me look fat! Especially in a kimono. You're so slim, so yukata look perfect on you. I'm jealous!"
"How should I put this? I don't feel like that was a compliment!"
"Hishiro, have you decided?"
"Not at all. I'm not good at this sort of thing. I don't have any particular preferences, and I don't know what suits me." Hishiro Chizuru hesitated again. She truly was not good at picking out yukata. She had never had this kind of experience before, and she did not own a single yukata herself, aside from the one she had worn as a child.
"You keep looking at such plain colors!" Onoya An said as she looked at the yukata Hishiro Chizuru had picked out.
"Times like this are a good chance to boldly try colors you wouldn't normally wear. It could be fun." Onoya An picked out several pieces and compared them against Hishiro Chizuru. "Your skin is very fair, so darker colors should look great on you. Ah, this one is pretty too. And you have a slim figure,