Part Three: Kats and Clothes

Note: The first part of this is essential to the story, but once they get to the department store, it's fine if you want to move on, although, I did enjoy writing that part.

"I'm Kat Mirkwood, sir." Kat shifted nervously. I hope he doesn't ask many questions, she thought, knowing that she had a tendency to ramble when nervous.

"What are you doing here, Father? You don't usually pick me up." Kat could hear a smile behind Adrien's words.

"I thought I should meet the young lady that will be staying with us." Adrien slouched, just a little, barely enough to be noticeable. His father ignored the minuscule action. "So, how exactly did you come to need a place to stay?"

"Uh...I fell out of a portal thing apparently. Oh, and thank you for letting me stay with you and Adrien during the week, sir," Kat added.

"You're welcome. Now, tell me a little about yourself."

"Well, sir," Kat began, "I'm six—fifteen, I play tennis, I like to read...what else would you like to know?"

"Where are you from?"

"Utah. The US of A."

"What would you like to be when you're older?"

"Um, maybe like a CSI. Or maybe I'll be an editor or a publisher."

"Do you have any history of criminal activity?"

"Father!"

"It's a valid question."

"It's fine," Kat laughed. "The most criminal like thing that I've done is probably...oh, I know! I once forgot to return a book to my fifth grade teacher. Oh, and I accidentally walked out of a hotel with the key. I don't feel too bad about that, though, because I'm pretty sure they reprogram the locks."

"I suppose that's enough questions." Mr. Agreste made a mental note to avoid speaking with Kat. Then he saw Kat's clothes. "Do you have any other clothes?"

"No, sir. As I told you, I fell through some sort of portal. I didn't exactly have time to pack a bag," Kat scowled. Mr. Agreste addressed Nathalie, who was driving.

"Nathalie?"

"Yes, Mr. Agreste?"

"Let's stop at the nearest department store. Miss Kat needs new clothes."

—At a Department Store—

"Wow, look at that!" Kat fingered an extremely sequin covered shirt. She was still nervous being around Mr. Agreste, but the nervousness died down as long as Adrien or Nathalie was there, too.

"Glittery," Adrien commented. "Are you liking any of these?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"You guess so?" Adrien raised an eyebrow.

"I like glittery stuff, I just don't like wearing it. It's so itchy, and blinding." Kat's eyes landed on a pretty light pink shirt. "Ooh, maybe that one." She held it up, only to discover that the sides were closer to a poncho than a shirt, and it was see-through. She sighed and put it back. Mr. Agreste, who had been watching from a distance, approached them, Nathalie close behind.

"What was wrong with that one?"

"Look at the sides! And it's see through. Why on earth would I wear it? I mean, seriously!"

"What about this one?" Adrien held up a red shirt. The back laced up, and the front was pretty.

"Oh, that could work," Kat said. "I'll need a tank top, though."

"Why?"

"There's a thing called a bra. You'd be able to see like the entire back of said bra. Not to mention, I'd like to cover more skin than that. If it were a swimsuit top, it'd be fine."

"None of these are going to please you, are they?" Mr. Agreste chuckled.

"Probably not, but I'm not giving up hope yet."

"Here, try this!" Adrien thrust a relatively normal shirt into Kat's arms. She found the dressing rooms and tried it on. When she came out, Adrien had to stifle a giggle. It was extremely tight around the middle and loose on top.

"Are fashion designers aware that no one is actually shaped like freaking Barbie?"

"I'm a fashion designer, and I'm aware of it." Mr. Agreste's tone was a little harsh.

"Good for you," Kat wheezed. "I'm gonna go change."

It took much longer to get out of the shirt than it did to get in. Thankfully, Kat was skinny. If she hadn't have been, she would have been stuck for sure. When she finally left the dressing room, Adrien and his father were waiting with a couple armfuls of plain t-shirts.

"Here, they had these on a clearance rack," Adrien smiled.

"Thanks. You know what? I don't think I'll even have to try these on. They're all like a small in women's right?"

"Yep."

"Alrighty, then. On to pants."

"Right this way." Mr. Agreste gestured to his right.

"Aw, nah, we are not getting pants in the girls section."

"But you are a girl," Adrien pointed out.

"Two things: fake pockets, and probably nothing past size 5. Lead the way to the boys' section, mama wants skinny jeans."

"Are fake pockets really a problem?" Mr. Agreste asked. His tone implied that he didn't believe her.

"They're a problem if you need pockets, which I do."

"This way, then," Mr. Agreste sighed. He turned to Nathalie. "Nathalie, make a note to create a line of women's wear with real pockets."

"And past size 5, sir," Kat added, "I may be able to make size 5 work, but most girls can't."

"Noted," Nathalie said while scribbling in down on her tablet. They then began walking towards the boy's section.

"Hey, Kat?" Adrien asked. "Where did you learn French?"

"I didn't."

"You speak it really well."

"I can speak French?"