"That would have equally been...a look," Irene told him dryly, before holding up one manicured finger. "A moment."

And, true to her word, she reemerged from her own room just a moment later, bearing something that was, surely, much better.

"Perhaps this is a sort of...coincidental revenge," she suggested with a slight smile.

Though at least the sarong she had for him was not polyester.