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"Nope! Not everyone gets to, just the special ones." He puffed up proudly at that. "Hmm, no I didn't see a hat, I'd remember that." There was no way Martin would've forgotten a Strange apprentice with a hat. It just wasn't possible.

But he absolutely beamed at her magic adventure partner standards as she opened the door and they stepped in. Added height had done nothing to change the too-boyish expressions on his face clearly.

There was definite pretentiousness in the air but wow this place was like suit heaven. Old school classy building and decorations (he always argued the sanctum was just a magic version of that) meets every young mage's suit dream shop. Okay, maybe just this mage, because his eyes were shining with anticipation and awe. But he took the time to take his hat off to the shopkeepers politely while he waited for Frances to address them. Sure he was just a bit taller than her now, but she was still the adult in his mind. And the adult was supposed to be the responsible (don't laugh) one who talked for these things while he was polite and youthful and pleasant. That's how things worked!