Once they were settled behind the shrub, Tatum was already digging around inside of the cigarette case. She held a joint between her own lips, and passed a cigarette to Frankie, looking up as she spoke. "Tell her?" she echoed, a little sheepishly, as if it were the most absurd thing she ever heard. In all honesty, it had never crossed her mind. It wouldn't be worth it to listen to her step-mother lamenting every time she saw her for the next six months.. not to mention the tiff Sera would be in if she upset her precious mother.

"She doesn't care. It's not about what I want, is it? If it was, I think she'd ask me what I wanna wear. She thinks they're.. very cute," the redhead offered sullenly, lighting up the joint and inhaling thoughtfully. "I have no idea where she finds them. She must go in to Portland to do it, there isn't any place that sells dresses like these close by. Which I guess means I should appreciate the effort.. or something."