“You are not dressing before we go?”
“Well, I thought I’d wait until we arrived.”
“By the way, Napoleon, what is your costume?”
He started out the door but Illya stepped in his way.
“You had me change. I think it is only fair you dress now.”
Napoleon knew that he would be no use arguing with his partner, so pulled out his costume.
“Jo idea?” Illya asked.
“She wanted us to match. Can we go?” Exasperation coloring his voice.
Illya led the way roaring in laughter.