When she said dressed to the nines Ford wondered briefly if she was making fun of him. The suit he was wearing had been nice when he'd bought it, but that had been over three years ago. It was by now both slightly out of fashion and slightly worn, which she would have noticed if she was paying very close attention. Fortunately for him, though, it wasn't necessarily obvious to people who weren't looking. Men's fashion didn't move as quickly as ladies' did, and he'd done his best to keep everything he owned as pristine as possible. Maybe she hadn't noticed, then, or maybe she had but was willing to pleasantly gloss over the detail rather than calling attention to it. In any case, her smile seemed too genuine for her to be subtly lambasting him.
"I suppose you're right," he allowed with a shrug. "If ever there were an occasion for cocktails, this might be it. Presumably they make the decor a little less..." He did not find the right adjective to describe what he meant, but thought she probably understood him all the same. He gestured vaguely at one of the six foot tall candy canes and chuckled before taking another sip of his champagne. "...but they're not labeled," he continued. "So you have to be up for a bit of adventure if you're going to risk it, I suppose."
"I suppose you're right," he allowed with a shrug. "If ever there were an occasion for cocktails, this might be it. Presumably they make the decor a little less..." He did not find the right adjective to describe what he meant, but thought she probably understood him all the same. He gestured vaguely at one of the six foot tall candy canes and chuckled before taking another sip of his champagne. "...but they're not labeled," he continued. "So you have to be up for a bit of adventure if you're going to risk it, I suppose."
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