Valentine's Day? Please, don't remind me.

Cordelia followed him silently, her hands going back to their pockets, deciding she would let him pick out whatever he wanted. She wasn't in the mood to yell at him for choosing things that weren't what she considered appropriate. She merely looked at the clothing he was getting, still not caring whatever he chose, or even how much it cost. He needed better clothes, and she would pay for them, no matter how much they were. Money meant nothing to her, after all.

She just looked at him when he turned to see if he was still looking at her. The widow raised an eyebrow, but said nothing, not really having anything to say.

Cordelia sighed when she saw him walk over to the register, and followed him, shaking her head. "Kid, come on. You need more than a jacket, and that isn't enough money to buy you anything. Now go pick out more clothes, no matter how much it costs... I'll buy it for you." She offered him a smile, hiding her fangs since they were in public. She hoped he would listen to her, because if he didn't, she would just pick out other clothes for him.

Cordelia smiled softly upon seeing him smile, then watched as he went to go pick out more clothes. She didn't mind that he had chosen a black shirt, seeing as how she didn't care what she picked out. If she had cared, though, she wouldn't be upset, seeing as how he had a light colored coat. "Alright. All you need is a pair of pants now, and we can go," she said.

Cordelia sighed. "Too bad... get a pair of pants... I'll hold that for you if you want me to..." she told him. So what if he had a sword? That didn't mean he couldn't get clothing for his lower body as well.

Cordelia rubbed her forehead, being careful not to rub any of the now dried, old blood-tear stains on her skin. She had noticed him cut away the stitches, and seeing as how she doubted a boy of his age knew how to sew, she supposed she would have to do it for him. She wasn't the best at stitching things, but she could try, couldn't she? It was better than him doing it, she was almost sure she could do a better job than he could, after all.

"Alright. Go try on your clothes," she said.