Amanda
"What to buy. What to buy..." The young Peonia would question. Of course, arriving on the island meant that she really wanted to stand out a bit. Obviously she wasn't alone and was shopping with Fang, her Mawile. However, after searching for a bit, she couldn't quite find what she was looking for. Better to look in the next aisle. Looking upon the clothes, she instantly fell in love. They all seemed so wonderful... Well... In her eyes, at least. But there was a problem. "They all look so... Amazing. Which do I-?" Nia quietly said. Fang tried to help out by looking through and to find which one suited her trainer a bit more. So many options, yet which would be the final decision?
Margaret
"When in doubt, go all out," The woman next to Nia had a deep, reflective look accented by a thoughtful index finger on her chin. Yet, she also exhibited an air of curiosity as she bent down significantly to reach the same level of Nia's gaze. Her words had an air of reassurance to them, like that of a distant relative who'd whisk you away from the troubles of daily life. Next to her was a flustered Gallade, his arms heavy with clothes and face flushed with gentle crimson. He was typically shy and nervous like that, mostly because of his trainer's presence.
Amanda
Nia would turn over to Florence. "Oh! T-Thanks! It's just that there's just so many options. I want to look my best and not just pick anything random," She would say. Fang would approach the Gallade, waving a bit. "Seems that you have more of a sense of fashion than I do, so what do I know?" Nia continued, rubbing the back of her head
Margaret
Florence straightened her back, swiping an azure lock off her shoulder as she got a proper look at the young lady. Her index finger moved from her chin towards her lips, initiating contact with their glossy decoration as Florence pondered what to say. She moved her hand away from her fair, expressing her voice with the delicate movement of her fingers. It seemed that they traced the air in a graceful formation, gently landing on her palm to give the azure-haired women an air of class. "You look fashionable to me, darling," Her response was uneventful but still communicate with enough flair to inspire even the lowliest of fashionistas. "Gallade here is the one who helps me pick out my clothes," Florence cutely stuck her tongue out, a small yet composed laugh decorating her gesture. To this, Gallade responded by burying his face in the piles of clothes that he carried ever so diligently.