There were differences between Percy and Marguerite, but typically they were largely just in their backgrounds, in how they'd been raised than in anything else. So yes, this world presented Percy with a lifestyle that he was very not used to in any way. But he wasn't complaining, he was adjusting. The good thing about Percy was that while he had been raised in an atmosphere where he had wanted for nothing, he wasn't spoiled. That was the difference between him and some others of his class. Others he knew might have complained bitterly about being thrown into this and having to mingle with and depend on others. But not him. Percy wasn't one to complain about trivial matters. Normally.
But as was the case in adjusting to anything new, Percy had his good days and his bad days in coping with things. Today had seemed to be a bad day, which had caused him to act more of the way he had when he'd been the Scarlet Pimpernel back home. Playing the fool to cast suspicion away from him. Now, while Percy was actually capable of discussing clothes and not sounding like a complete fop, today was definitely not one of those days. No, he'd sounded much like he had while he was being secretive and distant from Marguerite, during the time when he'd thought she'd betrayed him.
Under normal circumstances, clothing wouldn't be an issue. But the fact that Percy and Marguerite had grown up so very differently and that they had that period of not communicating with each other, well okay more like Percy not communicating with Marguerite, but their pasts did put a difference between them. Percy didn't know overly much about the details of Marguerite's past. He knew her and Armand had been orphaned and they had raised each other and made it. But he didn't know the details of how Marguerite and Armand had survived. It wasn't exactly that he didn't want to know, it was just not proper to ask about such things. And Percy respected Marguerite, so while it wouldn't matter to him what she'd done to ensure the survival of her and her brother, it just wasn't something he'd outright ask about. Even knowing Marguerite was open and never held anything back when asked, Percy wouldn't breech the subject.
Though after his comments on Lois' post, Percy had noticed Marguerite getting upset. At first, he was confused as to why she was upset. He'd only been commenting about clothes and packing things. After he'd finally asked why she was upset and got the short answer of thinking things over, he did so. And after some time of reflection upon the matter, the answer hit him square in the face, so to speak. He had been acting ridiculous, and only resulted in revealing the innate difference between himself and his wife. Which had not been his intention by any stretch of the imagination, but he was obviously not thinking. That combined with his having to adjust to a life that was mostly foreign to him was a recipe for disaster of some sort.
After coming out of his thoughts, he heard the French curse. Getting up from where he was seated, he walked over to the kitchen and picked up the fallen cucumber and held it out to Marguerite. "I am sorry, I was being ridiculous," he said, starting off that conversation. Or at least setting up for allowing Marguerite to go off and let off her anger. Either would work, but either way, Percy was now playing damage control.