“On the contrary,” Celia said, spinning. The ribbons flew out in a perfect golden ratio. “It demonstrates the irrationality of a circle’s circumference to its diameter. It is a dress of pure, unassailable logic.”
Princess Celia, still wearing her Pi dress, sat down beside him. She unpinned one of the infinite blue ribbons and tied it around his wrist. It was a small, irrational, completely unnecessary gesture. frivolousdressorder
One day, she wore a dress whose skirt was a perfect, rigid cone. “It’s a study in acute angles, Lord Pence,” she explained. “Nothing frivolous about a triangle.” He grunted his approval. “On the contrary,” Celia said, spinning
“What’s that for?” he mumbled.