Grinning at her enthusiasm., Max took a moment to take in the full tunic, now seeing that there was some kind of trim along the edges. Genuine medieval? He didn't have a single clue, but it looked medieval enough, he guessed. He'd spotted some of the booths with little booklets explaining why their thing was a replication of genuine archaeological finds, but he couldn't hope to spot anything like that without help. “Pretty cool,” he agreed with a laugh before she shifted her attention to what he was wearing.
The laugh faded to a chuckle as she tugged at his hanging suspenders, playfully swatting her hand away. “Costume tent? No way! I'm off duty, but I'm not going native,” Max asserted, grinning as he said it, even if the mere concept of going to some off-the-rack costuming place made his skin crawl. “Won't say no to a drink, though,” he continued, outwardly still all grins and charm, trying not to think about wearing rental clothing that smelled of every other person that'd touched or worn it, the scents that a single wash couldn't erase.
The laugh faded to a chuckle as she tugged at his hanging suspenders, playfully swatting her hand away. “Costume tent? No way! I'm off duty, but I'm not going native,” Max asserted, grinning as he said it, even if the mere concept of going to some off-the-rack costuming place made his skin crawl. “Won't say no to a drink, though,” he continued, outwardly still all grins and charm, trying not to think about wearing rental clothing that smelled of every other person that'd touched or worn it, the scents that a single wash couldn't erase.