Rachel laughs softly at the 'piece of candy' comment, nodding. And she follows Lex through the crowd, to the next group of vendors. This is much more her style, she thinks as she peers at the offerings on a table.

She glances up at his suggestion, moving closer to examine the shirt. It's not something she ever would've thought to choose for herself. But it is pretty. She's got no reason to object, especially not when the suggestion comes from someone who dresses with a bit more sophistication than she does and who seems to mean well.

"Thank you," she says, taking the shirt from Lex and draping it over her arm. "I'll take it, too."