Morgan/Garcia
There were perks when you worked in the BAU. Your own personal jet was a nifty things to have, even if technically it wasn't 'personal', but Derek spent more time on that jet than in his home, which made it feel like it was his. However, they never got clothes that were worth as much as a car, and why anyone needed a tux that expensive was beyond him. Most people couldn't tell the difference between a cheap tux and a good one anyway.
He might have doubts about the money spent for the wardrobe, but there was one woman who certainly enjoyed good clothes, and tonight it was haute couture. Garcia had to be on cloud nine for this.
Derek approached her with two flutes at hand and offered her one. "So baby girl, are you enjoying with-" He probably should know this one, he was paid to pick up little details, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember which designer it was. "Whatever designer you're wearing?"