{{ he's just a little fashionista! I'm sure Edmont would understand that showing off so much skin is cultural- }}

There is no such thing as *too* flowery fop, trust me on that old boy! No, in fact I think you look perfectly proper!

Oh my, how daring you look! It truly does suit you!

"Oh do not sell yourself short! What a marvellous skill, I would not dare dream to ever try and comprehend such a thing!"
His eyes are wide and sparkling with wonder, looking almost childlike in his awe.

"Well, not a crime, but certainly a faux pas!" He explains, expertly neglecting the much bigger faux pas of forgetting the holiday altogether. "Once something is out of season, no Ishgardian in their right mind would touch it!"

He pauses, and grins.

"Which is why this will be special for me!"

Oh, my! Don't you look quite becoming with those!

His eyes widen in both shock, and awe.

"Truly?" He gasps, taking the gift in hand. "Oh, but is that not so very difficult? I thought that only professional chocolatiers could do such things!"

He breaks into a grin as she leads them towards the yet undiscovered bounty of discounted chocolates.

"I must say T'asir, I had not once ever considered that there could *be* chocolates left to be discounted after Valentione's!" He giggles. "This is truly a game changer, old girl!"

I think I should take you up on the offer, old boy! Perhaps it is not a "belated" celebration, but a "fashionably late" one instead?

Oh... oh my goodness, truly?
In my foolishness I have neglected to prepare anything in return, surely it would be ungentlemanly of me to accept?

You would take the time out of your day to celebrate with me, even though I am late to the festivities? Oh huzzah! Let us head to the crozier at once, and see what the confectioners have left!

Emmanellain cannot help but laugh loudly, despite himself.

"You simply must let me take you shopping for some warmer clothing!" He beamed, his own skin rosy from the chill. "You'll find it works much better than trying to hide from the snow!"

A soft hum reverberates in Emmanellain's throat as he feels the Warrior lean against his shoulder. His eyes dart to F'ionn quickly - it wasn't that he was bothered by it but rather that they weren't usually this close, had he become tired?

"Everything alright there old boy?"

"This is in fashion at the moment, I shall have you know!" He protests. "Or at least, it will be - I am trying to keep ahead of the trends, perhaps set one myself!"

Emm let out an undignified squeak of surprise as he felt her hand in his hair, blushing the moment the sound left his throat.

"Oh, and I had just gotten it to sit nicely as well!" He whined, despite the fact that his hair had looked no less dishevelled than usual before the dragoon's approach.

Emmanellain had been staring off into space, his head resting in his hands as his mind wandered.

In his daze, he had not seen Hilda approach until she had already booped his nose - causing his eyes to widen in shock as he registered the face before him.

"Ah, Hilda, old girl! How have you been?"

"Oh, but surely you kept up with fashions in the new locales you visited, yes?" He turns around to face the other man, an excited twinkle in his eyes.

"You must show me! I may need to reconsider my fashion if I am to be on my ownsome more often, you see."

He lets out a small gasp, and then an audible "oh!" as though a revelation just struck him.

"Is that why you have opted for the different style? It is quite fetching, but I had always wondered what prompted something so daring!"

"Quite so! Oh, I know many laugh at me for still requiring Honoroit's assistance with so much, but it is simply that so many things are not designed to be done by one's self!"

It sounded like an excuse to most people, he knew, but it was something he truly believed. It felt safe to admit here.