Nooooo! [Comes a noise of utter frustration from the opposite end of the kitchen, but not in refusal. It's because a girl in a red and black colorscheme worth of clothes has accidentally dumped powdered sugar on herself, and is now a white-speckled disaster.]

I can't go out like this! I just changed before I came in here! [The complaining is intense, angry, and she's doing her best to dust off with a kitchen towel, but out of a black pleated skirt and tights? That's not going to be easy.]

I'm going to have to wear the stupid train uniform. [Grumbled under her breath, before she sneezes more like a mouse than she'd like to sound right now.]