Lydia Adjusted Malon's Blouse Next

With Malon's skirt short on fabric (no pun intended), Lydia moved to Malon's white blouse. "No one wears sleeves anymore," she explained, snipping around Malon's shoulders. "They're uncomfortable, unstylish, and out of date."

"I saw plenty of people wearing clothes with sleeves just today," Malon said, wondering how much if anything she'd be wearing before her friend was done.

"They're clinging to the past. You're the future, Red! Uh-oh."

"Uh-oh?" Malon repeated. "What do you mean, uh-oh?"

"Nothing! It's fine. Nothing's wrong at all. I can fix this."

Malon's blood ran cold. "Lydia, what did you do?"