"You don't look ridiculous!" That's a hushed whisper. He'd decided to go flashy but not clashy in a gold and black tapestry vest and a matching pair of pants. Of course he was barefoot, though--couldn't make him wear shoes on the train!

"You look pretty. But I mean, if you don't wanna stay too long, we don't have to!" Xander had promised. It was enough for him that Alice had come, and that she'd even dressed up. He knew this was not her type of thing, regardless of how much he'd probably eat it up. (And really, for a bit at least, he would.) "If you're not happy, we can go."

She didn't have a damn thing to prove to him, after all.