Poe had to force himself to listen instead of giving in to temptation and droning it out. It sounded boring, but it was probably very important, and probably part of his new life. So he nodded along and "mm-hmm"ed where appropriate.

But for the next fashion show? Poe was wide awake. He stared, then grinned, walking in another circle around Scrooge, his fingers in a square like a camera or a phone. "Yes, yes, yes! I love it. It's you. Red suits you so perfectly, it's almost dangerous. Not too bright to be a sore thumb, but the hues will make you appealing against all the browns and grays you'll be with on a day to day basis."

He stepped back to admire his handiwork. "Forget the rest, they can't possibly be better than that."