[“It brings out your eyes.” Five pays attention—Vanya KNOWS he pays attention—but the little intimate details like that always catch her a bit off guard. Maybe because Five is so ruthlessly pragmatic that it’s easy to forget his softer, more sentimental side.

And his grin just adds to the charm. How dare Five be charming.]

I’m just surprised that you already have such a good sense of my taste. [Doing the math, he must have been home for... a little over a month, she thinks? And much of that time had been spent scrambling around stopping the end of the world. Some of that time was even with her completely missing her memory. But trust Five to know her better than she knows herself half the time.

She smiles at him before admiring the jacket again.] Yeah, you know what? I’ll get it. Dad’s treating, after all.

[Vanya should add to her wardrobe. She’s not drugged out of her mind anymore. She actually wants to wear things that don’t allow her to sink into the wall at a moment’s notice. Hell, maybe she’ll even get some earrings. Let’s go crazy.

Vanya smiles at Five, nodding at the pile of clothes in his arms.] You should try those on. And don’t forget to try a pair of jeans!