Jeremy answers Metody's words-that-he-can-take-as-a-compliment-and-therefore-will with a big grin and takes the offered clothes as well. "Thanks!"

The bushy head emerges through first one collar then the other; Jeremy looks around for the pale-haired girl and sees the top of her head just peeking above another rack.

"Shoes. Definitely shoes. Like everything else can be borne, but... shoes."

He sees a wall display with some and migrates that direction. Ohhh man, neon-green Chuck Taylors. Probably too much. He explores other options, flipping the soles up to check the sizes, gratefully taking the socks from Metody.

"I am going to have to something really nice for you. Like, nicer than a coffee-straw crown."

Except he's not sure what he gets a pint-size albino survivalist.