Libby's nose scrunched a little, because the narrative pretty much said the exact thing that was at the forefront of her brain, but bringing it up felt like it was just going to make things awkward.

More for her than for Vi, she was pretty sure.

"I can go get you some food?" she offered hopefully, and, because of all the gems about cute cats and clothing she was passing up, she had to add, "Probably not tuna."

And then by the time she got back, Vi will have figured out the clothing situation. Or, well, lack thereof.