She gave him a thumbs up, grinning brightly, and closed the door between them. Inside, there were quite a few thuds and mumbles on her end. There was a clatter of something falling to the floor, and then Poppy's voice came through. "Okay, I'm done!"
Poppy seemed to have struggled with the pajamas. She had her shirt on backwards, and another shirt was on her legs instead of pants. Over her head was a pair of sweatpants and she grinned at him cheerfully. The room itself seemed to be unharmed, and the sounds that Francis had heard seemed to have been her running into the wall.
"But you'll put the ears on your legs, so it will all work out. I'm going to turn around real quick, okay?"
She sighed, clearly heartbroken, before pulling her sweatpants off her head. "This is wrong," she muttered as she pulled the shirt off her legs. "All of this is wrong."