[The clothes aren't dirty, but neither are they freshly laundered either. Perona had been honest when she said she forgot about them until now - they were folded amongst all her other clothes, and thus retain the faint scent of her perfume and the shampoo she used to wash her hair. Though, of course, she doesn't seem to notice or care much at all. Perona's busy pouring tea for herself and Sanji - a fragrant red tea served in some spooky teacups.]
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Oh, yes. You have a fine taste in clothing.