Fox in the buffet.

I answered by shifting back to fox-morph. It wasn't until I swished my tail experimentally that I realized I was still wearing a badly torn set of pants. "I wish my clothes were repaired and altered to fit my current form." **** I shook my head as Jon's pants were magically repaired. *I wanted to see if people would notice the rip.* Even with the 'wish camouflage'; I was a little concerned as I followed my foxy friend into the restaurant. But we didn't get so much as a strange look as we filled our plates at the buffet.