A/N: I would imagine that Cody's like ten or something, I don't know when this would take place really.
Background: Cody still does kendo (though now he puts it to more practical use...). A hakama is like big Japanese martial arts pants worn by samurai and by those who practice such things as kendo and aikido.
Sora held up the hakama, eying the long rip. "Wow Cody, what were you doing?" she asked incredulously.
The boy shifted a little. "Just some training outside, since it's so nice out today," he answered, shrugging. "I really don't know how I managed to rip my hakama, I just sort of looked down, and... it was ripped."
Holding the fabric together, Sora checked the seams and the hem. "Well, I can definitely fix it. But this hakama's getting pretty worn out, it might be time to get a new one."
She glanced over at Cody, who looked a little defensive. "But this one still works perfectly fine."
"Cody, you may not have noticed this, but you've grown." Sora gazed up and down the boy's height. "Quite a bit. Just in general, you're going to need new clothes."
Cody scrunched up his face. "Well, okay then... wow Sora, you sound a lot like my mom."
Sora just laughed. "That's my job, someone needs to be the motherly one around here and remind people to be realistic. Anyway, go ahead and get to your cooking duties, I'll have this fixed by the time we go eat."