Gideon doesn't laugh. She does grin, though, and even though there's some humor in that expression, it's mostly something else. Pride, maybe? Gideon isn't especially sure what to call it and doesn't really care, either. Who needs to name their feelings? All she knows is that Paul is wearing something that's hers, and that's...pretty cool, Gideon supposes.

"Well, you don't look as cool as me, but pretty much no one does. But that's still much better. We'll get you a sick chain and maybe a jacket with bone spikes, and then you'll look like the second-coolest person on the Ninth in no time." Cooler than the nuns, even!

Gideon goes for the snacks as well, choosing some dried fruit and chocolate blend labeled Trench Mix. There's nothing like a good Trench mix. Gideon's mouth is perhaps still a little bit full when she responds next, because it's so much more fun to talk to your buds and eat than to do the two of those separately.

"Are you kidding? I've never seen you half-ass anything, ever. I'm sure it'll be great, and if it sucks, we can just say I'm wearing it ironically."