"Yes, I am stuck as the clothing rack on Sundays."  She quickly picks out several soft feeling fabrics, one in each color of the rainbow, and then a pink cotton calico with strawberries.  It was too perfect that Ichigo decided against the cruelty of anything else, and then returned with the piles, her chin resting on the bundles.  "I keep being in black."  She shrugs.  "Maybe this will force him to be more colorful."