[Matthew is reading and smirking at Drew's final text as the door opens. He turns his eyes up to Drew and holds out the gift bag.]
This is my casual. [He grins.] Guess I never mentioned, but I was ported in from a long time ago - 1925. Modern fashion continues to elude me. [Well, at least the suit is modern and well-fitted, and not some baggy atrocity from the 1920s - but that was an easy enough transition.
In any case, if Drew can smell a lie, there's one in here. Outwardly, it's easy and natural enough to be the truth as he's told this fib so many times.]
You guess right, by the way, about my favorite sin. [He hitches his chin towards Drew.] What's yours?
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This is my casual. [He grins.] Guess I never mentioned, but I was ported in from a long time ago - 1925. Modern fashion continues to elude me. [Well, at least the suit is modern and well-fitted, and not some baggy atrocity from the 1920s - but that was an easy enough transition.
In any case, if Drew can smell a lie, there's one in here. Outwardly, it's easy and natural enough to be the truth as he's told this fib so many times.]
You guess right, by the way, about my favorite sin. [He hitches his chin towards Drew.] What's yours?