Costume rack '07

Mhelarn has asked me to relay a request for costuming suggestions. Hey would like something to go with his fur. Also, since he is an upright fellow, unused to dissembling, it should not require too much roleplay. You may give the last request the credence it deserves.

Wilbur looks up at the were through golden-brown eyes slightly watery from his present cold.

"I'b - excuse me. I'm sure we have a harlequin costume in the racks. Let me see if I can find the hat that goes with it." He rummages among boxes filed according to his own incomprehensible system.

"Hello," said the angel, wearing -- was that a towel? Yes, yes it was. "I think you can see my problem. What do you have for a pale person?"

Wilbur was a bit nonplussed at the phrasing of the request and muttered as he walked around loking this way and that, "hmmm, not getting out much, yes. Cloistered away, so to say, no?" He came back with a simple monk's habit, main element being a brown cowl.

The angel grinned.