Dutch is a very fancy kind of man.

Not stereotypically, but the way he dresses is formal; an intricate vest, a white button-up, a red pocket-square, and that gold watch that dangles from his front.

It’s something admirable about him, something to emulate.

You sneak into his tent, slipping on some of his clothes and looking into his mirror. As you admire your ‘new look,’ a familiar voice chuckles out.

“N’ what might you be doin’, my dear??” Dutch asks, a twinkle in his eye as he leans against a tent pole.