This way, then, [Palamedes says, and makes a semi-sharp turn down a side street that will lead them to his shop of choice, or: the one with the least complicated clothing. His cavalier has always handled the intricacies of, like... self care for both of them. The sock organizing. Etc. Palamedes knows that comfort is king and that's the precise kind of clothing shop they're headed to, now.

That the side streets are just a touch more menacing in the green light and without so many crowds is an unfortunate consequence. It can't be helped.

As for this other thing...]

Your place has better lighting than mine, trust me. I don't need to see it to know. [he lives in a bunkerrrr] And speaking of lighting...

[A gesture at the green drabness; a crafts table would have been very kitsch, but mm, maybe not. It's not long to reach the shop selling mostly variations on a theme, the gray sweater extravaganza, and Palamedes points it out as they approach.]

Here, this one. You'd have to ask about shoes, I've never bothered.