How Green Becomes Wood

"You being less in the way is why she'd bring you," Sloan pointed out, "At that age, you want your chaperone to be someone who will basically just follow after you while you do your own thing with your friends."
 
"She'll be delighted," Sloan chuckled.

Claire, meanwhile, was pulling a surprisingly few number of dresses, and every time she took one she thought might work, she stared at it intensely before usually putting it back. Clearly, she had no interest in having Sloan try on just anything.
 
Xander was about to say something and then forgot all about what he was going to say when he saw a dress. He glanced over to make sure Sloan was distracted before slipping it off and hiding it under the first dress. There. He'd picked two.

Alec was not quite as careful as Claire, but he did pass up a lot of dresses with barely a glance, recognizing they were not right for her. Others he held up and had to try to guess if they'd even fit. In the end, he had three more dresses than Claire, but he felt he'd restrained himself reasonably well. He wouldn't be hurt if Sloan laughed and refused to even try it on.

Xander was watching the time as it got close, and he held up his phone as the timer went off. That earned him a few odd looks from a couple of other shoppers, but it was worth it for Alec's groan of dismay.
 
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