Old Lady: "But I can question her clothing!" (Calling up, shakes her cane) "Young lady! Put some trousers on!"
Libra: [Affronted, looking down] "Young?! Who are you calling young, mortal? I am at least as old as this plane of existence itself!"
Grandson: [Innocently] "Well, does that make you old then, pretty lady?"
Libra: [Blushes] "You dare - ?! I mean - ! When you put it that way...!"
Old Lady: [Waves cane] "Back to the point! Why are you dressing like that! Don't you have any idea of modesty?!"
Libra: "Well, it's hot in this part of this world, and this is my robes of office! Besides, my divine servants told me this makes me look more eye-catching - I mean, less threatening to my worshippers..."