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Green will be the dress of their surrogate little sister. They’ll spend all day combing through Magnolia for it—Lucy takes Natsu, unable to trust his enabling bad tastes with Erza’s impulses. They reconvene in the main square with a bag per pair; Natsu dangles one in his, Gray hauls at least five.
“Erza! I said pick one!” Lucy groans, sifting through the bag of mixed results and colors. “And we all agreed on green for Wendy!”
Erza shakes her head. “Nonsense! Now we have plenty of choices.”
Gray huffs. “I tried to tell her…”
Green might not work out.