"Yes?" He said slowly, he like he expected her to do something untoward any moment. He waggled the spoon at her, raising his brows, because holding a spoon out made him feel vaguely ridiculous.

He looked down at himself, as if only now realizing that he was, indeed, in a skirt of questionable length.

"Oh, you mean the skirt," he said, as if it only just occurred to him. "That. Well, let's just say pants are proving problematic this morning."