She went to the trunk again and proudly pulled out a bundle of maroon fabric. As she moved it to him, she let it slowly unfold. She held it in the air in front of him, letting him get a good view of it, but he'd already seen enough. The heavy fabric reminded him of movie theatre curtains, and the shape was unmistakably a toga. Dale groaned inwardly—she'd undoubtedly drawn some false conclusions from makeshift bedsheet toga, and gone and sewed him a proper one. He'd been planning on wearing just jeans and the new shirt she'd made, but the look of expectation on her face was too much to refuse.