Fine? Not fine! Beautiful! This would be perfect. Micah could imagine it already. A nice 20's style tux. Fella would play in the background and add a nice ambiance. Sure it wasn't something he'd okay'd with his boss but Micah believed firmly in the 'do and ask for forgiveness later' philosophy. Besides, how could he possibly get in trouble when it was such a great idea?
"Perfect!" Micah's cheerful voice boomed through the empty room. "This will be great. The outfit, costume, whatever, it's just a 20'ish style tux thing. Nothing dorky or anything. I'm sure you'll look great in it." He had started to turn again, thinking it was all said and done but the cleared throat stopped him. "A favor?" Micah shrugged. "Sure, what do you need?" He really hoped Flint didn't turn out to be some primadonna requesting all red M&Ms or something equally annoying like that.