Caleb laughs soft and warm under his breath, all openly fond amusement as Yussa playfully conceals his own smile. "All the better for making an impression when you do."

As he turns away to check the oven, he sighs, "That is exactly why I need you, my friend. While I know plenty about how to tailor my appearance to make an impression, I know little of fine clothing for its own sake." When he turns back, he rinses his hands. "Perhaps we can look at what I have on hand while our dinner is in the oven?"