Suit

He came down the hallway and greeted her in the kitchen just shortly after 9am. He was wearing a suit and tie. "Has someone died?" she asked (of an age where that was no longer an insensitive question). "No," he replied carefully, "but we're stepping out of character today. We're going for it, whatever it is." She sipped her coffee carefully. "So, it's like that, is it?" she said rhetorically in a soft voice. "It's a Hands of Fate day." He nodded. "It is." "Full tank of gas?" she asked next, and he nodded again. "I'm coming in at the comfortable shoes, wild hair, and fake pearls level," she informed him. "Take it or leave it." "I'm taking it," he said (with no hesitation). "Right then," she responded, putting her coffee mug in the sink. "We are game on." He grinned proudly (from ear to ear) as she moved past, looking him up and down. "Mmhmmm," she commented, giving him the eyebrow up.