Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian
"We both prefer our own clothing, Lan Zhan," Wei Wuxian states with a bit of a smile. After all, their hanfus and robes were far more comfortable than any of this was. He isn't even entirely sure he's ever seen someone actively wear something like this in Madison Valley, though he could be wrong.
Luckily, so far, nothing seemed to be out of place or a threat. Though, his husband poses that question and he gives a bit of a hum. What did he think? He isn't, honestly, sure what to think. At least, of course, not yet.
He watches the people before leading his husband through the crowd, or away from it, but still enough for them to blend in. "I do not know yet, Lan Zhan. For now? We just make it seem like we are one of them." Even if that might be stretching it a bit, but they could very well pretend, for now.