Misunderstood Innovation

Once they were back in the suite for the evening, Rae began to get excited, and dropped a pile of cloth into Karl's hands.

[This is for everyone.] She insisted.

"Presents from Rae." Karl explained, then wondered how to sort the silk.

That proved to be much easier than expected, as she had stitched everyone's name inside what turned out to be a set of comfy flowing nightgowns of the non-sexy sort that Karl associated with his grandmother. The only difference was that these were all soft silk, not cheap cotton repurposed from flour sacks.

"Thank you, Rae. This looks even more comfortable than the last set of night clothes you made me." Dana giggled.

She had only found a few chances to wear those ones since the first time, as they were rather skimpy for casual wear. But this one she could wear all the time, and she would never have to worry about it being dirty or frayed, as Rae's clothing options always bonded to the wearer.