Clayton gave a quiet thank you and a smile when Josie offered to assist him in his search, though the smile turned to consternation in the next moment as she tried to ascertain what type of handbag he needed.

He tired to answer her, but really, he had no idea. To him, as to most normal wizards, robes all sort of meshed together into a cornucopia of colors and curves. He knew he liked the darker shades and that he really didn't mind the robes that clung more to curves.

Fortunately she was quick to catch on to his confusion and he gave her an appreciative thanks. "She really likes red, but most of her robes are dark grays, blacks and browns. I was thinking of maybe a red handbag," he said, picking out a rather gaudy looking bag covered in cheap red bead work, "but I don't know if that would work. Aren't handbags supposed to match your robes or something?" he asked.