[Bless him, Keiwa is refreshingly easy to read - and also refreshingly honest. He says exactly what he means, so when he congratulates her, she feels... a little bit like she pushed herself out of her comfort zone, really, as the tips of her ears burn red. Yes, it's a thing she did, but somehow it. Hasn't entirely sunk in that agreeing to it was a notable step?]

Ah, thanks, Keiwa-kun. A-and yeah, there are a few things. I'm just indecisive. And I want it to be special, so I can't just phone my outfit in, you know? [He's not an appropriate person to ask for recommendations, but he could at least tell her if she's on the right track. Not that she's sure she knows what track she's on yet...] I'm... I need to pick colors and tone, first. Part of me wants to be loud and shout my happiness from the rooftops- [here she holds up a red dress, a declarative statement that from how she's holding it would look great but might raise a few too many eyebrows, slit up one side a bit-] but part of me wants to be understated and comfortable with what I've found for myself. [And that leads her to show him a clover green button-up blouse that sets off her eyes and to some extent her date's, dressy but not ostentatious, casually elegant without reaching into being stuffy.]

I need something I can borrow a little bit of courage from. But I don't want to send the wrong message and start off on the wrong foot.