Andrew gives Daine a reassuring little smile. "I'm fine," he reassures her. It's not true, of course, but it's fairly automatic. Turning to Blythe, he glances down with a sheepish air. "If we're doing shoes, I'll need trousers as well," he points out. "It's all sort of one piece, see?"

As if she couldn't just glance at him and immediately see that it's a onesie.