She nods, trying not to look too nervous when she smiles.

"I wanted tighter, longer sleeves," she admits, "and the bottom isn't full, like I want." She plucks at the skirts and sort of holds them where she wants the fullness to stop. Then she releases to add, "But... that'd just be an underskirt, right? Petticoat?" Is that what it's called? God, she doesn't know dress things as much as she should right now.