Giving up on her supposedly behemoth of a request, Lucy continued to rummage through piles and piles of decorated kimonos.
Kimono after kimono after kimono, she tried to find some more… practical clothing. Like pants!
"Say, Takan."
"Yes, milady?"
"Would you dragons have any pants here, perchance?"
"P-pants?" Takan stammered, a sweat bead already forming on her small forehead. "I have never heard of such a thing. I humbly, greatly apologize."
Lucy laughed it off, dismissing it. Well, how about skirts?
After digging even deeper, racy undergarments and unspeakable flimsy cloths stopped her valiant efforts.
"Well hello there, little canary!"