Clink-clatter, clink-clatter.
Vera set down her magazine, frowning as she stared at Olivia rummaging through the wardrobe.
The cat simply couldn't understand it. Did going out really require all this?
She turned a pleading look toward Carla.
Carla was letting out a shrill cackle that made the cat's fur stand on end, all while reading a comic magazine whose cover depicted an outrageously dressed little Witch. The cover read: Little Mommy Special: Issue 133.
The cat would have to rely on herself.
Vera closed The Daily Life of a Sword-Beating Cat and called out:
"Oliv! You're making too much noise for the cat!"
The clattering stopped, and Olivia poked her head out.
Half a second later, she rolled up her sleeves and walked out.
"..."
"If you're looking for clothes, wouldn't our usual outfit be fine?"
Vera rubbed the huge bump on her head. After thinking it over, she decided not to say, 'I think you're getting a little desperate.'
She offered her advice in all sincerity.
"Maomao Han is close to us, isn't she? So it shouldn't matter what you wear. Just your everyday clothes."
"Idiot."
Olivia did not hesitate to fling those two words at her own incarnation. She waved a hand. "The more it is a time like this, the more a great cat must display her splendor and excellence. Don't you understand such a simple truth?"
She pointed at the wardrobe. "Otherwise, what did I buy all these clothes for? To look at them? Meow-ao!"
Vera said nothing, merely folded her arms and gave her cat ears a twitch.
Seeing that she had convinced her incarnation, Olivia gave a huff, swished her large tail, and opened the next dimensional wardrobe.
An astonishing quantity of clothing was stored inside.
That was only natural. Olivia had spent so