[Lisa's glad that Junna is about as off-balance as she is, a little. It makes her feel less like she's overreacting and more like they just need to settle into things. Their comfort zones just need to... shift a little, with time and trust. Six months ago the thought of kissing her would have been scandalous and she'd have apologized for even having the thought, now she's on, what, two or three this morning already? They'll get there. She starts to go back to the dresser for the rest of what she plans to wear today before Junna's call stops her, and she turns, grinning.]

Ah, thank you. Gently-worn and pre-loved, my favorite. [Lisa accepts it from Junna, and holds it to her chest for a moment. It... smells like Junna. Which. Of course it would, she was wearing it yesterday. But she still relaxes a little, enough to see.] I'll treasure it. [She... loosens her grip on it a bit.] Well. Until the two of us share one closet and the line between which hoodies are yours and which are mine kinda blur a little?

[That's usually not how that works, Lisa- ahem. Grabbing a hanger and hanging it on - not in - the dresser, she rummages for the rest of her things, including a pair of jeans, moving with graceful familiarity. Then she steps into her flannel pants again, slips the shirt over her head, and nods firmly.]

Lemme make double sure Karen-chan isn't out there waiting for me to explain who I've been talking to for the last half an hour, then you can go first, okay?