[ As he steps into the room: ] Oh, my darling, you've no need to apologize. The mess is half the fun.

[ Or so he thinks, at least — to be able to make a choice is a luxury. Hiking his bag back up on the slope of his shoulder, he peers over the selection Koby's laid out on his bed. It's an impressive range of styles, all of which he can easily see on the sailor hovering next to him. ]

And what half-formed thoughts have we had about our garments thus far?

[ The notes are of interest, of course, but only one of the two issues at hand has a real deadline. ]