"Ah Talmann, lad, good thinkin' there!"
Capt'n Khabby tries on one if those skirts for size.
"I do believe I be already feelin' a draft to me nether regions! Well done!"
"Here, Empire, ye can cover up them boxers with one o' these babies."
Peering at the huge over-the-shoulder boulder-holders in Gunner's hands, she blinks, then glances at PUR, then Allama, then down to her own chest. Hmm. Wishful thinkin' on his part, mayhap? So she shrugs, and pats him on the head.
"Umm... those be very uh... very well made. That they are. Creative thinkin', I say. Ye were hopin' for Pamela Sue Anderson to show up, mebbe?"