Three pieces: the shirt, the waistcoat, the jacket,” I argued, ticking them off on my fingers. Mael snorted, trying to hide it behind his hand as he shook his head. “No. Waistcoat, jacket, trousers. The shirt doesn’t count, you’re already supposed to be wearing that.” “Wha—you’re already supposed to be wearing pants too! You’re much more likely to be walking around shirtless than pantless! That’s ridiculous, who decided these rules? I just want to talk, I swear.”
