"You don't stick out," he protests lightly, and Lancelot smiles warmly at Faolan across the table -- settles himself into a chair and takes a sip of his drink. "Although, admittedly, you pushed the boundaries of smart-casual a little further than I did."

The furthest Lancelot pushes it was not having smart shoes. Although they are clean and neatly laced.

"Come on, relax -- see what you like. I haven't tried everything here, though, so I wouldn't ask me for advice unless you happen to hit the two things I have tried. The rest will be second-hand opinions."