"Toggles? What the fuck, that sounds like a Muppet name," Michael was buttoning up his shirt and peering into the mirror, a little hesitantly: maybe he knew enough about fashion to tell Steve what to wear on a date, but otherwise his feelings about clothes was that their only importance was to prevent people from getting upset when you walked out in public. Lavender's enthusiasm for dresses and things bordered on frightening.
At the mention of the shopping expedition, he grinned at Lavender's reflection. "Yeah, point. Not what I thought you meant by dress-up, but really not complaining, here. Did you see that bloke's face when he opened the door? Either we scarred him for life or we made his work day, not sure which one. Hope you didn't plan on going there again."