War for the Cowboy Throne (TWS?)

Princess Missy Chase.

You're darn tootin'! Missy's the name, and proud of it! 16 years old, measurements none of your dang business, seventh child of Cowboy King Johnny. You are currently in your room, a comfy little number down near the stables. Your walls are papered with drawings and articles from the newspaper, and you've built yourself (with a bit of help) a small bookshelf, to house some of your favorites. Tales of derring-do and true grit determination, mostly. A gal is allowed her peculiarities. Even a princess.

You are just about ready to get out and start in on your self-assigned chores, when you hear a knock at the door. “Li’l Miss!” Oh, now who in botheration could be pesterin’ you at this hour? You open the door, ready to give them a piece of your mind, and... oh, it's Ol' Willie. Pa's faithful retainer.

Missy: "What, what is it?"

Willie: "It's your daddy, girl! Wants to talk only to you, now get a move on!"

You look down at yourself. Dressed in work overalls, still barefoot. Didn't reckon you'd need to look presentable anytime soon. What do you do? Is there anything you should take with you?