Marco tucked his shirt into his pants before he finally pulled himself back onto his feet. He looked himself over again, and was pretty pleased with how authentic the costume looked. He felt awesome. It' was probably the first time he'd felt this stupidly happy in a while.
"Mexico represent," he agreed, smiling. "But to be fair, I'm not sure I can even carve a face, let alone a skull. I've, uh, actually never celebrated Dia de Los Muertos, though. Not that I remember, anyway. My Abuela probably did, but I was really young when she died."
He raised an eyebrow at her as she scoffed, then frowned as he realized that it did, in fact, sound stupid as hell. He hid his face in his hands, but he laughed once his hands were there. "God damn it, I made fun of Jim for the same bullshit, didn't I? Don't... Don't tell either of them I just said that. Yeah, ask Kate, or something. She has a lot of hair."