"At least!? Who wants normal shit?" he pouts a little. He likes his couture subversive.

"Alexander McQueen," he corrects very slowly. Kyle's choice in hats raises his eyebrows. "I realize, given the situation we could next be dropped in a close approximation of Siberia, but like. Between the beaches and the botanicals and the big top, what's drawing you to winter wear? You just think it's past due or..."

"Hey. I bet there's a V's Barbershop around. If nothing else a fucking Supercuts or something. We could get your hair done."