"Right. Whatever you want." Barty shrugged, determined not to make her do anything. He simply headed further into the house until he found a room that had clothes in. Might have been a girl's room before he'd evacuated the family. They'd taken most of the personal items, but evidently not all clothes, which was fortunate. He opened the drawers and stepped back, gesturing to Eleven. "You can pick stuff out, if you want."

No orders, just suggestions. "Then I can read the book to you." That seemed like a nice way to round out their adventure today.