Mm, boy did foot in mouth taste good. But he seemed to glean past the subject without so much as a blink. "Oh Jesus," she started laughing, having to compare the two. "An adult white male with elf shoes and a V-neck shirt below his rib cage to show off his chest tattoo is far more traumatizing. No one'd give you shit about what you wore." She paused and smirked, knowing she proved that wrong. "Maybe just a little shit."
"Alright, if you were thinking about some dinner," she returned to the subject, smiling. "When would be a good time for me to get ready by?"