“Ooh, I was right about these. You look fantastic,” Senna crowed, though she seemed more pleased with herself than with him. Out of curiosity, Beckett moved over to the mirror, and inspected his new glasses. They were an unusual shape, and they looked odd on him, but not in a bad way. He supposed he would get used to them, given time. They were functional, and didn't look ridiculous, which was all he needed.
“Thank you,” he said to the shopkeeper, who made a 'hmm' in reply. Then, to Senna, he said, “Lodgings are next, correct? And then we begin the search for...” They needed a codeword for Elirian. He may have been a defunct god but he was still one of the original triumvirate. “For our... friend?” he managed. He made a point of ignoring her snort of stifled laughter.