Clothes? Not sure one can call clothes to the incredibly sheer tunic Kori's wearing right now, barely covering her down to her thighs. Not much left to the imagination there, and if she's wearing the flimsy piece of fabric it isn't for any attempt at modesty, more that she simply likes the way it looks and flows with the breeze.

Nevertheless, the tugging is enough for her to look down, smiling brightly before doing as told without question, sitting with her legs folded to the side, weight propped up with a hand to the ground.

"Thank you. They're very pretty, aren't they?" She leans closer, peering into Beau's plate. "Can I try some of your food?"