"Strange? Patchouli giggled softly. "Vidi, there's not one person at Shade who isn't 'strange' in one way or another. You can't expect to get along with everyone day one. I... think we just need a chance to adapt to each other's quirks, you know?" At least that's how these things seemed to play out in books and movies. But if that's all she had to go on, should she really be trying to give advice?
Realizing she wasn't doing what she had technically come to do, Patchouli quickly started shuffling through various random articles of clothing, feigning interest as her face turned faintly red. It only got redder as she found herself holding the gaudiest and frilliest dress she had ever seen. What is this place, the morgue of all good taste?!