Flute looks over at Martel at his words, and just mutters, "abhor change? But you do it all the time. No battle plan survives first contact with the enemy." Or else he'd not have lived as long as he, ah. Oh bother, grammar.

Then her eyebrows shoot up, and she looks back at Candice. "Oh you mean you're changing his wardrobe? What kind of suit is it? Will either of you show me?" Wide grin on her face looking at Martel. In an excited 'I want a demonstration!' kind of way.