Roman will ABSOLUTELY judge a man by his wardrobe because he is a shitty 90s kid.

"Woah..." was all he could really say to that. Mittened hands resting on the counter's edge, he grew solumn and tried to imagine being around when one of those plants went up. He'd read about it. Roman then looked up at the flowerboy again and squinted behind his glasses as though he were searching him over for an extra ear or some other marker of RADIATION.

"That's rough, man."