You have to give Ginnifer Goodwin a hand for managing to coordinate her dress with the Comic-Con logo:
You also have to give her a hand for managing to find something that looks like what Tinkerbell would wear if Peter Pan were rebooted and set in, like, Hipster-Land (I suspect that, in that version of the story, Peter himself would just be an early 30-something dude who doesn’t really want to get a job and wears shorts to inappropriate places, like funerals and Easter brunch with your grandma. And Wendy eventually just gets really irritated with him and dumps him for Captain Hook, who is prone to paranoia, but runs a tight ship at work and knows how to properly employ a coat. And Tink here spends the rest of her life telling Peter that if he doesn’t start thinking about things like their 401k and what to do with the fact that the sewer main between their tree house and the street is broken, she’s going to take some poison. And all their friends are like, “they throw great parties, but MY GOD are those two drama queens.”).