*laughing* Clothes are probably a good idea, yeah. I suppose we could even go get fitted for tuxes, for the Awards? I texted Georgia asking if she could send my measurements to that swanky little shop down here and she about pitched a fit. A text fit.
*hears a knock coming from inside and kisses you once, sweetly, before getting to his feet* I ordered sandwiches. *mock-severely* Very nutritious and hopefully enough to put some meat on your bones. Also, pie. *saunters inside and finds a robe to pull on before he answers the door*