Edwin narrowed his eyes at Oliver, his lips pressed into a pronounced pout as his collar was manhandled and stuffed with a napkin. "I don't think you know what cravats look like," he whined playfully. The bib lasted for all of a minute, so Edwin could eat one more chip, before he pulled the napkin free and draped it over Oliver's head.
He set his plate aside so he could smooth his hand over his jacket. "It's both, actually. The shirt and vest came from the beach, but the suit is Cassi's. I'm not gonna lie, I really like that you like it."