Glum faced, Briar rummaged something from a saddlebag. “And you’re not a thief, Pepper.”
Turning back, he saw her changed into the trousers.
Briar slowly smiled “They fit?”
“Yes, and they have POCKETS!” she beamed, stretching them out with her thumbs.
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