Teagan and Archer and Open
So... apparently it was not okay to skip the costume.
Well, fuck. Yeah, Archer knew people in general might not exactly care, but Teagan did and that's who he asked. He didn't mean for it to become something that needed fixing or something to hide, but the burning leaves scent meant Archer wasn't exactly going to argue. Burning leaves made him think of fire and fire ranked up there with shit Archer just didn't fucking like.
Archer and Teagan weren't necessarily always on the same wavelength. Actually, Archer figured he might never completely get the myconid and that she might never completely get him but from his point of view she'd gotten the memo about his job. What his purpose was around here. And on some level, Archer actually understood that in her own way Teagan was trying to look out for him the way he looked out for everyone else around here. Maybe it was a little fucking bizarre but it was... well, fuck, it was nice of her.
So he stood patiently and uncomplaining as he was very obviously under scrutiny for how he and Teagan were gonna 'fix this.' She sounded so pleased with herself -- and that burnt smell was fading off -- that Archer couldn't help but grin a little at her triumph. (He was also suddenly reminded that he'd skipped dinner but figured that might be a Teagan thing. That kinda shit happened.)
Archer nodded. "'kay, then. I'm you're helper," he repeated back to her, like this was a responsibility he was going to take very seriously. Considering that's how Archer approached most tasks, it was a good reaction on his part. The grin was sticking around for a while, too. "So. What can I help with?"