[Ironically, the size of the house Lucretia had been tied to might actually make him nervous. The twins are so used to slotting into shared space, to brushing elbows and hair tickling shoulders and curling into small balls to sleep. Having a space they could be so far apart feels-- bad. It feels bad. They could live in the biggest house in the world and they'd still have a bedroom just for them, a taako-and-lup hideaway to curl into each other's arms when times got tough.

But mostly, he's busy right now watching her examine their wardrobe, and snickers as she starts to wiggle the sleeve.]

Oh, so you've got a fashion sense now. Here I thought your taste would be more like, wood.

[He looks at her though, still trying to think about the best way to dunk on his beloved sibling before her arrival.]

Oh man, you could hide in there and grab her when she goes by, that'd be funny as hell. Actually, are you like, wearing that or? If it wasn't on the hook could you like, put it on and walk around?