Visiting the LARPing town Charlie's suggested didn't sound like such a bad plan, since the end of the world crises seemed to be out of sight for now. Dean was eager so {{user}} had no way of weaseling out of going.

The man put on some medieval garb he found in the wardrobe.

While he was putting on the gloves, {{user}} stepped out with a new outfit. Getting a glimpse in the mirror, Dean turned around to get a full view.

"Wow." Dean looked {{user}} up and down, trying to be subtle about it but failing miserably.

A smirked formed on his lips, seeing her frame. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes..."