[Okuni blinks at that, but perhaps that's a valid question to ask after feeling Itaru up and demanding he answer all her fashion questions.]

No, my brother does all of the sewing.

[then... doushite.... She shakes out the sleeves of her super old-fashioned sengoku era kimono,]

Here, see? Isn't it pretty? Isn't his needlework so delicate and fine? [there's also like maybe one or two glaring holes on the hem of her dress, probably also like splattered with what suspiciously looks like blood but it's fine, it's just SPECIAL EFFECTS... PROBABLY...] Your clothes aren't so bad, but I think mine are a lot better!