"No, I suppose you wouldn't," Flavia says, looking from the building to Marius as she thinks. After a moment of silent consideration, she nods, decisively. "You're shorter than I am," she says, leaving out the triumphant for once--she couldn't wait to grow into her full height. "But you could borrow some clothes of mine, until you can get ones that fit."

She waits a moment before reassuring him, "I won't make you wear anything that looks like girl's clothes."