That Lenne remembered. In spite of whatever sort of time-warp Paixao existed in, anyone would have a hard time forgetting the experience of being greeted by a friend claiming to be wearing your memories. She nodded to let Yuna know she didn't have to revisit that sphere.

She eyed the garment grids suspiciously at first, but as Yuna started to show her, they began to make more sense. Technology was a fascinating thing.

The songstress couldn't help the crooked smile that curved her lips when Yuna appeared in the Lady Luck dressphere. "Honestly, that outfit could do nothing but dispense cigars, and it would automatically be my favorite," Lenne stated with a laugh. "I wish I'd thought of it," she added, hoping belatedly she wasn't making Yuna uncomfortable. Lenne was accustomed to being "admired", though not truly immune, but Yuna seemed to be more... conservative, in spite of her usual garb. "Do the clothes appear differently depending on who is using the sphere?"