"Maybe teleporting is tiring for him. Or he likes naps," Martin offered, figuring Ruarc may also be the nap type.
"You should get a teleporter, then the weather wouldn't be a problem." Though whether he meant a machine or a person to teleport...it was up in the air. Martin nodded at the snack idea and followed her happily as she went to go find a snack. "What're you making? Can I have some?" He doubted it'd be a milkshake though. Shame.
Once she arrived the kitchen for snack making, Martin sat on a stool on the other side of the kitchen island to watch and explain. But before sitting he puffed up a little and grinned as he adjusted his hat. Mostly because at this angle he could tell for sure that he was definitely taller on Frances than he had been when they'd first met. Should've been sooner though, stupid late growth spurts, Dr. Strange had all sorts of theories on that ranging from boring to magical for that one.
"Well..." He hopped onto the stool, fixed his blazer, and carefully placed his hat on the kitchen island before giving her his best cute innocent and eager smile (that he found was good for getting people to agree to things). "Most of my clothes are getting small and I don't have many of them and I need new ones. But I can't do it on my own, I need help, and you're the best at suit stuff that I know and I wanted to go with you and you'll make it even more fun." At this point he picked the hat back up and held it to his chest with his best almost Oliver Twist impression of pleading eyes. "So will you go suit shopping with me Frances? Please?"
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