"I should have known that you have closets organized by decade." Kate sits on a step stool and watches Magnus leaf through old memories, peeking occasionally in one box and then another. "You've caught me. I'm a notorious pack rat, I'm afraid." Magnus isn't paying attention, half inside a carpet bag looking for old notes.
Kate leans back against something spiked and denim. And…acid washed apparently. "Whoa-ho. Did you actually wear this?" She has it off the hanger before Magnus can pull herself away to look. "Very briefly."
"Can I try it on?"
"If you like it you can have it."
Kate goes quiet enough that it's worrisome. Magnus looks up again. "Really?"
She smiles at the girl, prying it from her hands and holding it open. "I don't see why not." Kate's shoulder's are much smaller than her own and with the shoulder pads she looks very much like she's playing dress up.
"How do I look?"
"Very…punk."
"Good." Kate wraps it around her like a security blanket. "Got any Lynyrd Skynyrd?"
Magnus narrows her eyes at her. "Please."
"Just thought I'd ask."