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Cal is not impressed by any of this.

There is an eyepatch on the seat of the chair next to him, and the fabric of his blousy white shirt bears evidence of much exasperated plucking.

Someone wanna tell him to lighten up?

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She raises her eyebrows.

"Yeah, pretty much," Cal says. "Too bad. We definitely can't go running dressed like this."

Cal is obviously crushed by this. Except for the crushed part.

"You never heard of taking off shoes?"

"The shoes aren't the problem."

They're kind of comfortable, actually - solid, sturdy boots that are entirely unlike what he's used to wearing. They also beat the crap out of some of the boots he's seen on other patrons.

"Speak for yourself."

She eyes her stiletto heels with a wince.

"They look good on you," Cal says. He means every word.

"I admit that being over a meter and a half tall is nice. But it's still rather hard to walk."

"I guess you just have to get used to them," Cal says, with the shrug of a man secure in the knowledge that this has never been and will never be his problem.

"So sympathetic."

"Fuck sympathy. I'm wearing leather pants."

Yes, that is a scowl on Cal's face.

"I...don't see why this is a problem?"

"Only jerks wear leather pants. They're even gayer than the shirt." These two sentiments are not, in fact, meant to be related, though it would be understandable if someone thought otherwise.

"But it'd protect you from wind-chill."

Cal winces. "Yeah, but it would chafe."

"That's why they are lined."

The pilot is really, really not being at all sympathetic here.

"Hey, how do you know anything about my pants?" Cal inquires, so very innocently.

"I don't!"

Momentary mental flail.

"I just assumed. Um."

Good thing for Esfir that Cal doesn't know that "pants" is the British term for underwear, huh?

Cal grins, then relents.

"Yeah, they are. But it's not really - running material."

Ditto with Esfir.

"I never said they were."

"I'm just sayin'," Cal - uh, says. "You got the shoes, I got the pants. You can take the shoes off, but I'm not running without pants on."

She suddenly grins.

Cal pauses, then laughs as his brain catches up with what came out of his mouth.

"Um. Thank you for that...mind image."

"Any time," Cal says cheerfully, with just a hint of a smirk.

She rolls her eyes.

"I knew you were going to say that."