But it's a specific kind of fish custard! My kind.

[He pauses at the suggestion. He's bad with girls, even he knows it. So he figures at whatever Charles suggests, it's probably a good one. He leans closer to Charles, wrapping an arm around his shoulder to talk secretly to him. Probably for no other reason than because it makes things seem more exciting.]

And how do you suggest I do that? I don't really know where to look for girls clothes and dunno if you've noticed but I'm a bit clumsy sometimes. So I'm afraid that it might be slightly disastrous if I tried to do it myself.