Continued from (2211) Formal Court...
"It's going well. Though I'll admit a lot of details with this costume came at the last minute. I'm not used to wearing white." There's a genuine, wry humor to his expression at the last sentence. The Lancea wore many colors in their myriad offices, but white wasn't a color worn often.
He thinks a moment on the mention of Brown's costume origin and recognition begins to dawn on him. "Father Brown! Those novels were a favorite of my Sire's." Though Rowan didn't share much; certainly not her leisure books. "I can't say I've read them myself, but I've heard they're classics." He looks down at his own costume. "I'm dressed as Admiral Thrawn: a character from the Star Wars novels. He's a more military character, and a villain. But I like the aesthetic and that he's someone who approaches problems from non-traditional means." He shakes his head a bit. "But don't expect me to have a comprehensive Star Wars history all in my head. I enjoy the book as a stand-alone space opera."