He nodded his head. His wife while mortal hadn't been too interested in shopping. She had spent more time doing things at home. She enjoyed doing them and Garrett had never asked her to do otherwise. Then back then they also had their clothes made for them by some of the finest seamstresses and tailors around, one didn't have to go to the store to pick things out. And even then the dress was nothing like it was now. He wasn't too interested in fashion but he had noticed a long time ago that there seemed to be less and less to one's imagination and more and more flesh exposed. Garrett preferred to keep it simple though. So when she said what she did about the dress he sort of nodded. "They have enough shirts here for myself, I don't suppose I'd need much. Maybe when you're done changing you can help me pick out a color." He said, assuming she must know a bit about fashion.
"I suppose I will be heading in that direction, I would like a ride, thank you. You probably know how to get there faster then I would." He said, wanting to call her Esme but knowing that might be rude. He wasn't sure what Carlisle's children's names were, and she could very well be one of his children. Then Carlisle didn't look all that old either. He himself had been closer to thirty one years of age when he was turned, and so it reflected in his appearance. It was good and bad. He had noticed a lot of the Vampire's he'd come across were a lot younger looking. It wasn't a bad thing, he had just noticed the difference was all.
He watched her as she walked away and cleared his throat out of habit. He continued to finger over the shirts. He could probably just wear white and be done with it. He couldn't imagine that it would be a full suit affair, considering it was dead hot in the Summer. Not that Garrett felt it. He only had his well worn leather coat that was currently stuffed in to his satchel bag that was thrown over his back. There were few things he needed, but he carried it with him anyway. You never knew.