They both ate their biscuits acknowledging different things around the park and in the park itself. They eventually were off the bench and in the grass, both sitting Indian style while eating. Her father seemed to be dress a little less formal, but he was wearing a black pair of slacks with a button up white dress shirt, some suspenders, and a red tie. She guessed he would be getting clothes with her wherever they were going.
The place was still a little odd to her. She still couldn't read the signs. It unnerved her somewhat, but she figured in time she would learn it. After all, she had to go from German to English before. It seemed like forever, but eventually her father brushed himself off and stood up, helping her up. "Do you want to go to the school or get your clothes first?" he questioned, stretching. The sun was bright outside, his white fur almost blinded her.
"I guess we can get the clothes."
"If we get those you're probably going to have to go to the school in them, you know."
"I know, I guess I'll deal with it."