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Danny's not a fan of lying about things -- sure, he may obfuscate and avoid the whole truth, but he likes to be honest. Honesty means admitting that ever since the snows fell and London blanketed the city (ever since his entire wardrobe got stolen from him), he's been practically giddy. Sure, it might not let up by the wedding, but he constantly gets to wear gorgeous suits. He's at the clothes-box now, looking for more tweed and woollen vests to go with the dapper suits and cravats he's already found.
Steve is probably still having an apoplectic fit about not getting to wear a t-shirt and cargo pants, which only makes Danny happier in the end. "Alright, how about a top hat, now," he coaxes the box -- because his hair is already a ruffled mess, with the lack of styling gel.
Steve is probably still having an apoplectic fit about not getting to wear a t-shirt and cargo pants, which only makes Danny happier in the end. "Alright, how about a top hat, now," he coaxes the box -- because his hair is already a ruffled mess, with the lack of styling gel.