"It's true, though," Billy said quickly. He tilted his head when he found his glasses snatched from his face, adjusting to the blurriness of the room. The sensorium didn't seem to be responding to many requests today, but it surprisingly complied with his wish to summon an invisible corrective visor. There.

"You think so?" he asked as he made his second request---a mirror. They could see themselves more clearly, and he had to admit that she had a point. Straightened out, with his defined features and visible muscles, he did somewhat resemble the subjects of those works of art.

"As long as I don't have to dance. I'd rather not receive compliments on my 'dress'."