“It’s on backwards.” Asher shook his arms for emphasis. “I’m not smearing anything. And dude, no, neon is so not my palette.” After a moment, he seemed to process the rest of the statement, and glanced at the bags of clothes next to the door. “No.” He looked towards Lily, who glanced up to grin smugly back at him. “You actually got fancy shit?” “Turns out, I am capable of dressing up, yeah. Don’t have a heart attack.” “I assumed you’d like, wash your jacket and call it a day, is all.” Now he’d really have to dress up, if there was going to be competition. Lily flipped him off and looked back down at her phone. Aodhan considered what he’d wear, petting Mod with a little more enthusiasm. Most of his clothes were pastels or light neutrals, and he dressed for comfort over all else. He didn’t have a spidersilk gown or whatever the hell Matt had suggested. Hm. He’d have to figure something out.