Martin was about to throw back a 'I'm always on the Doctor's card! He has all the dubloons' but that wouldn't fit their game or story. "He doesn't have as good taste for suits," Martin sniffed before going back to looking like a smiling quokka with how pleased he was with the wingtips. When the shop people turned away to get something he even made the tips flap a little and his smile just grew even more pleased. Yes, he really liked this sort of collar, perfect for fancy events to go with the hat.
It was only when they left to go get rid of all offending patterns did he actually touch the jacket he was trying on to adjust it, then froze and gave Frances a wide eyed look. Maaaybe it hadn't been the best idea to try touching something after being crowded for that long. He gave her a tiny 'help!' look and opened the jacket to show that the silk lining inside, which had been a lovely almost silver to go with the very dark blue-grey of the jacket was now...not silver grey. Instead it was, a very nice actually, lighter shade of blue.
Oops.
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