"What's this?" Jamie eyed the package suspiciously.
"Underwear," Zoe replied innocently. "You really should wear something under that kilt, you know, especially if you will insist on jumping around in rock quarries. All those genitals, swinging in the wind... you could take someone's eye out."
She gleefully watched the blush cover his face as he snapped his legs sharply together and ripped open the package.
"Are y' sure you're not havin' me on lass?" he asked, holding up a powder-blue thong and eyeing it suspiciously.
"Would I do that? I'm telling you, that's what modern Earth men wear. Unless you really don't mind everyone getting an eyeful..." she said teasingly, running her fingers along his leg.
Jamie smacked her hand away. "All right, I'll wear it! But if I find you're playing, I swear, I'll put y' across my knee..."
"Promises, promises." She smiled sweetly. "So... are you going to model it for me?"