"Naija, you know very well that I can barely dress myself - I'd be completely useless if I didn't have my healer's robes to wear over top of half of the clothes that I own - and you want me to be responsible for helping you pick out what our children are going to wear ... in public?"
He shot her an apologetic smile, though, and went to pick up the basket that Naija had put down. "But ... er, well. I'm exceptional at carrying baskets, you know. Consider me your personal pack-horse." Because that was probably enough to at least stop her from smacking him if he was in danger of that, right?
Merlin, he hoped so. He had to go back to work after this!
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