Ron
Well, good to know that changing back right away gets rid of the worst of it, the werewolf thought to himself. The whole chocolate and coffee poisoning thing had always been a worry of his, and he'd already had a bad time of it before. He hadn't thought to change back immediately though, because it had hurt too much to think straight. Now he knew!
"Glad to hear it, Rikuyo," Ron said with a grin. "And, sure, go ahead. I think we're almost there, anyway."
It was just an ordinary, if somewhat large, clothing store anyway. There weren't too many textile mills in the Nexus, but occasionally abandoned buildings would appear with no people to claim the contents of its wardrobes. That meant some people made a decent living for a week or two picking through the buildings for belongings to sell to the stores, if they didn't decide to move in and claim it all for themselves.
Fashion was, he was told, pretty weird here. Ron wouldn't know; he stuck to practical things.
When they did get there, well, it was Rikuyo's oyster. "Alright then," he said to her. "Surprise me."