Said shop owner bustled in once more, this time carrying a much smaller load. "Ah ah!" she clucked, scowling up at Beast as she neared. "Stop fussing with that shirt, boy. It's delicate." Without looking at Belle, she tossed the few pairs of trousers she brought with her in the girl's general direction. As Belle struggled to catch them, the old woman began unbuttoning Beast's shirt, muttering to herself. "...too small...fur...need a shirt for anyway?"

Her customer shirtless once more, the gypsy cast her gaze downwards meaningfully. "You'll have to take those off if you're wanting to put those on," she said, grinning as she jerked a thumb towards Belle.

Blinking owlishly over at Beast, Belle blushed slightly, pressing the pile of pants back towards the old woman. "I...I'll just wait over..."

"No place to wait!" the gyspsy chirped merrily, eyes glittering with life. "Just turn around if you're feeling bashful, girly."