"Pockets," I breathe, letting the pants unroll so I can take a look at them and their, yes, non-tightness. Not that I have fundamental issues with tightness, what with the costume and all. I just don't consider it as essential as Valkyrie may.

"You have no idea how much I miss pockets when I'm in costume. No good for anything science-y or research-based, this is better, you're great." I lean forward to peck her on the cheek. "Now turn around so I can change."