That was almost nice to hear, but definitely nice to think about because it really was a relief to not have to worry what was under the toga. Hammer particularly didn't seem reliably modest. Just a hunch. Daisy let her protective hug drop a fraction, holding up her cup a little more loosely but not exactly open to furthering any kind of fucked up old-person-Halloween-pun laden conversation. Just a hunch.
"Everywhere else would be a better fucking place to be," Daisy pointed out. "But I haven't exactly got a list of Halloween parties to be at. It's about as long as yours is, old man." That didn't exactly bother her, but when she said it Daisy had to shift and tighten her crossed arms again, chin high above feeling shitty about being 21 with the same social reserve as a balding bachelor. Signing up to be a secret agent at 16 didn't exactly open up your opportunities to make friends.