My fashion sense? [Bastien arches his brows a little when Sabo mentions his lack of style.] Eh? I can't possibly be that bad!

[He glances down at his bland beige linen shirt and shrugs.]

It's difficult to be fashionable upon the high seas, matey.

[Those dark brown eyes light up with glee at the thought of them shopping together. Bastien barely has the money for it but he's been wanting to grab some new clothes for awhile now.]

Really?! You mean it?

[There's no stopping the dopey grin stretching across his lips. He's absolutely ecstatic.]