"Jono likes black, and so do I!" Raven protested, ducking one pillow but getting smacked in the head with the other. She flung it back at Karla but kept the first one she'd thrown, not wanting to give up her weapon.

She should have been protesting such behavior as mock violence and against the rules of Azarath. But Azarath and all its people were gone now, and she'd already worked herself up into a tizzy of near-hysteria about her clothes. It was important, dammit.