Cal made no effort to hide the momentary show of conflict on his features; an obvious clash between starting towards the party supplies and staying put as Edan headed for the clothing. He had to take a moment there, openly laughing at himself for it before finally stepping in the same direction as her. "Well, here's hopin'," he agreed optimistically, watching Edan search the shirts on the rack.
"And I pulled it off alright, always felt like my ties were tied wrong? Always had to laugh 'bout that, too. I could assist in major surgeries, but a Windsor knot left me stumped..." he trailed with a chuckle before reaching out to stop Edan's progress. A polo shirt that, by the look of it, could work as a dress on a shorter person? That just might work for all six feet and eight inches of Cal. "Whatcha think? Blue my color?" he asked Edan almost playfully, slipping the hanger off the rack.