"So anyway, since we have business in Elona next week, I thought I'd change my outfit. I decided I was going to go Desert Camo this time around! I mean, there's still some Forged running around, and Branded. Not to mention leftover Joko loyalists..." Tenna indicated her clothes. "This will help me blend in with the sand and rock better, if only so I can sneak-attack those undead jerks. Send them back to the Underworld on FIRE with my flaming sword!"
Cyrus nodded along, before noticing something. He sighed, closed his eyes, and pinched the bridge of his nose. There's no way she did this on purpose, did she?
"....Tenna, that's all well and good, but... where are your pants?" He indicated her lower half with a finger. "Isn't that a little... breezy?"
"Oh that's on purpose!" She grinned, standing proudly with her hands on her hips. "It's like, hot enough to melt sand into GLASS in Elona. You know that. I mean, you wore your environment suit the entire time last time, because of its liquid cooling and air conditioning! I just figured I'd cut out the middleman and wear something simple and cool."
"So you decided not to wear pants." He stated, tone heavy with disbelief.
"The coat is just for protection. Underneath I've got..." She opened the coat's front, flashing him. "My bathing suit! If you think I'm not going to the beach on visit to Elona, you're out of your mind."
Cyrus shook his head, but couldn't help but smile. "Fine, fine... After we deliver the goods, we'll go to the beach. I'll let the others know."
"And don't think you're getting out of this, Cyrus." Tenna pointed out, closing up her coat again. "I made sure you have beach clothes of your own this time. No hiding in the Forsaken Aspect. We're getting you a tan this time around!"