He wouldn't strike Isabel as a teenaged boy either, but it wouldn't be the first time someone's looks had deceived her, really.

"I'm not exactly sure on how to do it. It was pretty awkward to watch, but it worked..." She thought a moment. His were mostly down...her cheeks colored, then, but she kept going.

"Maybe if you kept yours down and I stepped into them?" This was certainly the weirdest plan she'd ever come up with, but not doing anything would get exactly nothing fixed, either. Isabel got to her feet carefully, drawing her pants up with her, and stepped forward so she was within the wading-pool-sized puddle of Dust's pants.

"Here goes nothing!" With her luck, it wouldn't work, and she'd just be embarrassed.