“It's a kilt, dumbass. It's only a skirt if I'm wearing underwear.”
“I tugged at the hem of my brand-new Hecate Hall issue blue plaid skirt (Kilt? Some sort of bizarre skirt/kilt hybrid? A skilt?)”
“I'm sitting at the dinner table, wearing my future mother-in-law's underwear. It's like some twisted dream that you wake up and think Crikey Moses! Thank God that didn't really happen!”
“Some of them are wearing skirts that I'm pretty sure are supposed to be belts.”
“He's wearing boots, a kilt, and a long-sleeve tee. No coat, even though it's December. Beautiful people don't need coats. They've got their auras to keep them warm.”
“No matter how bad things get, just keep looking up. Just keep looking up her skirt. Or his kilt.”