The girl was finally sleeping soundly, but he needed a way to ensure she would talk to him after she woke up. Maybe he could take something from her. With a snap of his fingers, she was dressed in a fluffy and frilly nightgown, something she surely would hate. He had her normal clothes, now, along with the flower she kept in her pocket. Now he just had to wait until she woke. [say-pal]
And my clothes. Uncle.