"Riley, you look fine, quit worrying." Maya rolled her eyes, her best friend twirling in front of her. Riley was getting ready for a carnival date with Lucas, and she'd tried on four different outfits before this one, all of which she'd asked Maya's opinion. Maya and Farkle were going too, but as friends, and Maya was already dressed. "I don't want him to think I didn't put effort into my outfit, but I don't want him to think I put too much either," Riley explained, looking down at her yellow dress and dark green boots.

Maya had offered to let Riley borrow something from her wardrobe, but her clothes were too 'edgy', as Riles had put it. "Seriously, you look hot, Ranger Rick won't be able to keep his eyes off of you," she teased, smirking. Riley blushed, tugging her dress hem down. "Do I want to look hot? What if my d-" Before she could finish the word 'dad', Cory entered the room.

He gasped at the sight of his daughter's clothes, putting a hand on his heart. "Riley! What are you wearing?! Topanga! Come look at what your daughter has on!" Topanga walked into the room, a puzzled expression on her face. "What's wrong with it?" It looked cute to her. Cory sputtered, gesturing up and down Riley's body. "It's very revealing!" Maya and Riley exchanged a look.

"Dad, it's not even showing anything," the brunette insisted, Maya nodding behind her from the window seat. "Mr. Matthews she has nothing to show," she backed up, motioning at Riley's flat chest. Riley blushed, turning to look at Maya with her mouth hanging open. "Maya!"

"Well, it's true!" She shrugged, and Topanga rolled her eyes. "It's fine, Cory. Compared to what other girls wear these days, she's dressed like a nun. Go ahead and go to the carnival guys, you don't want to keep Farkle and Lucas waiting." Maya and Riley linked arms, heading out. "See ya, Matthews!" Maya called, the door slamming behind them.

"Topanga, she shouldn't be wearing clothes like that, she's only in eighth grade! Who bought that dress for her anyway?" Cory began looking through Riley's closet, searching for more like the dress. "I did, from Demolition. It's a very cute dress, Cory. Totally innocent; it's yellow for Pete's sake, like dandelions and baby chicks!"

"Maybe we should shop for her together from now on," he suggested, already with four hangers in his hands. His wife sighed, taking them back. "We can't shop for her forever; I'm surprised she even liked what I found. She's going to change styles eventually." He frowned, walking towards the door with the hangers. "Not if I can help it," he muttered as he walked out.