[ Matt laughs, surprised. Left to his own devices, he tends to dress like an urchin seeking shelter in an abandoned record store, so this isn't feedback he's received before. But his closet here is full of clothes that fit, unlike the thrift stores in the city where he lives, so that probably helps. ]

I like what you're wearing, though, [ he says. It's true, though more of his attention is on Astarion's face than his clothes. On his smile, the way his shoulders loosen as he sighs. Matt turns his attention to his own mug, lifting it for a gentle sip. He nods, for yes, we shall, and starts walking, abandoning the neat paths for grass almost immediately. ]

I don't have a destination in mind, [ he notes, ] apart from "generally around the lake," if that sounds good. [ He takes another sip, this time giving an appreciative hum. ] It's a nice blend. Honey draws things to you, lemon clears your path, ginger's a great accelerant, and there's kinda nothing you can't do with cinnamon--in my experience, anyway. It's super versatile.