Ah, but the problem is Caitlyn is quite the same. It's an argument that would have no end, just them sitting there squabbling about how great the other is.

[Their contrasting nature hadn't been planned on purpose, but now that it's been noticed, perhaps they could become a habit. Contrasting colours for maximum impact. Why not? It'd be nice to have a little, personal, theme.]

You've met my brother. He had to rub off on me eventually.

[Caitlyn chuckles, reaching over to pat Hilda's arm where it's looped through hers lightly.]

We shall.

[And they're off. To be the absolute envy of the dancefloor, certainly. Just look at them. So stunning. Much gorgeous. They wish they looked this good.]