Whew, that was a close one, Oskar thought, as he and Jane settled into their chairs with a small table between them.  Without asking, he knew what her puzzled expression conveyed.  Here she was, wearing unfamiliar underwear for the first time, and what<i>Victoria’s Secret </i>offered its customers was nothing like what she wore.  The sexy, lacy garments tended to reveal more of the female form than they hid.  This suited him just fine, though he believed the concept of lingerie would need to be explained to her.  Only if she asks, he mused.<br/><br/>As he had hoped, the iced coffee served as a diversion from Jane’s brief journey into the store and with what she saw on the racks and mannequins.  Oskar smiled in response to her positive comment about the beverage.  “I’m glad you like it,” he said.  “I thought you would find an iced coffee much more appealing than a hot one.”  He actually considered iced coffees liquid dessert, and Jane appeared to agree.<br/><br/>Watching her, Oskar could tell she was still uncomfortable in her new attire.  Fidgeting with her shirt seemed to confirm this.  “Do I look more . . .<i>ordinary </i>now?” Jane inquired.  Arched brow and he smiled and shook his head at the same time.  “There is nothing ordinary about you, Jane,” he offered, hoping to reassure her.  “Never has been, never will be.  You may<i>look </i>like the rest of us now, but that’s where similarities end.  You see, your gifts of shifting and telepathy saw to that.”  Tilting his cup toward her, he smiled again and enjoyed the cold, delicious brew.