I promise I'll restrain Alison's wilder impulses. After all, it's simply too cold at the North Pole to prance around in mesh and string, elven metabolism or not. And we must strive for verisimilitude.

Nothing more daring than your Halloween costume, I promise. Think of the children's faces, Paige, the happy little children's faces.

I have, quite literally, flipped with joy. Ask Bobby.

My dear, you may consider yourself to have a champion in the lists of fashion, a paladin of the catwalk, a veritable Lancelot in the service of maidenly modesty.