Local customs, huh.

[ Something about the way the man talks sounds like he's keen of observation--and judging by the fact that he didn't seem to hold out any worry about being robbed, it could be that Cloud himself is either terrible at being intimidating, or that he's more talented with fighting, at least enough to get out of a sticky situation. It means that there's a new, curious appreciation in his gaze as he looks him over. ]

Well, I think the custom here is you gift one to someone you have positive feelings for, or whatever.

[ Truthfully, he hadn't really been paying too much attention: to him, it had seemed more like some kind of marketing ploy than anything else, but he at least knew better than to say that out loud.

Straightening up, he takes one step closer to the stranger, his boot scuffing against the ground as he gives a wry gesture up to the more gaudy scarves, hanging from the top of the merchant's stall. ]

Maybe a show of friendship. Though I don't think these pinks and purples here really say friendship, to me...Would you wear one if you got one?