"Wait. When did we go skinny dipping and how did my clothes catch fire?" This wasn't cereal and she wasn't trying to cook. Or at least she hoped so.

"This is more than a ballet outfit," Anya said. She wasn't quite sure what it was. It was as if a clown and ballerina had a child. The tutu was more like a skit and had way more ruffles than a tutu. It was a neon pink to boot.