A/N: Based off of If You Gave a Mouse a Cookie. Go children's books! Quick Lili/Dragunov. Sergei's point of view.
If you gave Lili a new dress, she'll ask for a room to try it on. Knowing how impatient she is, you will do it fast or else her tantrum will blow the manor over. Which is worse than five napalms blowing up an entire skyscraper. I should know; I've done such a thing.
So I do what she says and I find her a space to change. After she finds a room, she'll ask you to wait in front of the door so she can ramble about my thoughtfulness. "Oh Sergei, you shouldn't have!" would be the phrase of the day, her voice filled with enough ecstasy that it can make someone die of an overdose. I love word play.
After 30 minutes, Lili will ask for you to open the door for me to gaze at her stunning new outfit. Personally, I don't care for such things but if she likes it, I'll bear it. To an extent.
Then after she asks for me to take a look at her, she will ask for my opinion. She knows it's against my code to speak but she had to insist. "Hmph." would be my infamous response. Lili would just glare at me and go "Oh really? Well, you don't have to be so harsh! I mean, I can take it if you said my outfit wasn't the best I've had but there is no reason to call me fat!!"
…What is she talking about?
After she yells at me once again, her eyes will well up in tears and her voice will start to become high pitch to the point of squealing. Oh my Soviet Russia, why? I would put my arms on her shoulders and look at her with the best expression of sympathy, which turned out to be even grumpier than my usual expression.
After she cries, she will tell me "Oh I know it's not your fault. I mean, we all know you are incompetent when it comes to fashion!" Ouch. I would just nod and agree, even though I find my Motherland's uniform attire quite appealing.
After a few moments, Lili will return to her usual happy self. Thank Mother Russia. The last thing I want are broken eardrums. Not that I use them much, anyway. "Sergei!" she would ask. "I would like for you to buy me a blue dress! So you can make up for this mistake of one right here." She gestured to the custom drab (as she put it) Russian peasant dress I got her. Well, I thought it was nice.
Then after she insults Russian clothing for another half hour, she will command for me to go back to the town center to buy another dress in a different style and color. What different style and color, I do not know. The things I do to please that girl. Sometimes I question why I even bother. I look all over the town's boutiques and that is when I spot a blue dress. Maybe this can compensate for calling her 'fat', even if I don't have a memory of doing something of that nature.
After a few hours of clothes shopping, I returned to her house. With a new dress, of course. At first, her expression was filled with excitement for what new article of clothing she's about to receive. But as soon as she saw me take the contents out of the bag, her smile vanished almost immediately. "?" I asked.
"I said baby blue! Not sky blue! Do you ever listen to me or are those ears just for decoration?! Honestly, Sergei. Go back to the store and buy me another dress. Get it right!"
Moral of the story – don't give Lili an new dress.