"You want leather and studs? You want a helmet?" Jason glances up, then jots some notes on his schedule, images of putting Ruffnut in dark eyeliner and tight pants crossing his mind. Of chokers, spikes, streaks of pink and blue in her blonde hair.

"Rest assured I've got no interest putting you in a dress, even if we did get the Style team to shave your legs some." He actually looks nearly amused. "No sparkles for you. I've got an idea for where to go with this."