Rikku had carefully wobbled her way over, without falling on her ass. Score!

"Don't 'ppress our love," she insisted. "'Cept it's not our love. I mean. Issa joke. He's Sven Hurrnurrhurrnurrhurrsomethingelseassson. An'." She had to think, for a moment here. Waiting ... waiting ...

"S'not real," she decided. "'Cause I wouldn't dress like a hooker if it was f'r reals."

When Rikku considered an outfit tacky ...