"So now you wear skirts, Father?"
Arturia had moved over from the wardrobe to where Mordred sat, the ponytailed girl admiring the folded garments Shirou had brought from the laundry. "It's not as different as it was back then," she defended herself. She had been wearing a white and blue dress for her entire life as a King, after all. It was common for her to wear skirts just below her knees too.
"I know," Mordred said. She took a better view at the brown colored miniskirt. "This one's so short, though!" a chortle escaped her, wondering what the Emiya boy had done to her beloved father.
"Are you saying I'm not good in them, Mordred?"
"I didn't say that. This one just really looks feminine," she laughed. "Are you going on a date with the redhead soon?"
Arturia blushed, trying to ignore the last question. She huffed, "At least mine is way more appropriate than that of your ripped hot pants."
"It's called as 'style', Father."