[Fair enough, but stories are stories and he tends to find much more use in things he can verify. Still, he'll file that away. Could be fun to ask about over drinks sometime.

For now, they can both indulge in the brightest bit of fashion Beacon has seen since his arrival. He offers a smile, then bends down to sort through the box.]

Maybe the key will end up being forgetting about matching, anyway. Just go wild. What the hell do you suppose this is?

[he asks as he straightens up, holding out a sagging, bulky outfit in varying shades of green. Looks like it has two lobes, joined at the - hip? Are those supposed to be where legs go?]