"Paisley," Kiki repeats firmly, with a decisive nod. "A while ago, I was talking with Mr. Crowley, and he absolutely shuddered at the thought ot paisley. We turn his entire wardrobe to paisley print. And really horrible colors! Pastels and violets and lime greens. And each time he turns them black, they just go back to paisley again. For a whole day. Maybe a week? Sometime when he'll be out in public."