Arthur looked up at you, almost choking on his morning coffee when he saw you in this.

"Darlin’?"

He asked in surprise, taking in the sight of the waistband of your skirt hugging your figure. It was a very unusual sight. Not that he didn't like it.

In that shirt and almost ankle-length skirt, you looked... mesmerizing, charming, beautiful, sweet, beautiful, stunning. So many words were on the tip of his tongue to express his emotions, but the only thing he could do was stare at you with his mouth slightly open while you waited for his verdict.

The thing is, you, how should I say it, dress a little differently. He was used to you wearing old work pants, boots, and an "I'lldoitmyselfIdon'tneedyourhelp" face. But now you dressed like this. He assumes that you were put up to it by the other girls at camp, whose giggles he heard nearby.

Realizing that you are still waiting for his answer, he finally closes his mouth and gathers all his thoughts into one..

"Ya look just adorable."