Oh. Lavender moving under him. Well, that was distracting but probably not in the way where he wanted to get up. But he did anyway -- if they started again they definitely weren't going to get up at a reasonable hour; and he did have some measure of self-control, thank you -- though not without sighing loudly. His Lavender-approved clothes were hanging neatly over a chair. In the light of day, they looked distinctly... Lavender-approved. He missed the well-worn shirt and jeans he'd worn to the store she'd dragged him into, but after they'd gotten kicked out they'd probably been consigned to a dumpster.
"The buttons look like tent pegs," he insisted, pulling the clothes on one by one. It was a nice jumper and way more costly than anything he could afford. Sort of made him feel weird but it was Lavender, so... that was okay, right? As long as he bitched about it, though he did it good-naturedly enough. The plum-colored shirt and black trousers weren't as weird, thankfully, though a good deal more dressy than what he'd show up to at someone's house. Or almost anywhere else, for that matter. It was club clothing. Or date clothing. Maybe Padma would think he'd gotten more fashionable over the years. Or not. "Who wants to think about camping every time they get dressed? I can't believe you blindfolded me to get me into a clothes store."