[ Something better than heavy-handed florals? For a second, one blissful second, he thinks that maybe his new companion means to take pity on him. Maybe he'll choose something black, or blue, something plain and easy enough to tuck away into a pocket. Maybe it'll be fine.
The look that he gives to that chartreuse monstrosity says it all: no, it's most definitely not fine. ]
...Sounds good.
[ It takes everything in him not to immediately snatch that horrible thing out of Balthier's hands, and instead, he turns, stiff, towards the stall keeper. ]
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The look that he gives to that chartreuse monstrosity says it all: no, it's most definitely not fine. ]
...Sounds good.
[ It takes everything in him not to immediately snatch that horrible thing out of Balthier's hands, and instead, he turns, stiff, towards the stall keeper. ]
We'll take these two. Thanks.
[ Of course, he'll be the one paying. ]