She shrugs, giving him a slight nod of acceptance, if that's what he wants to do. Sharlin slips into the bit of cloth, Everan adjusting it to help fit her form. "Finally doing something useful," she mutters, as a thanks for his help. "Any time, dear," he replies, giving her a quick kiss. "So, how about it, then? A wager as to who can pull the most spectacular prank, and the winner gets the other's companion for a day. Hmm... we'll need some sort of impartial judge, I imagine."