[Curiosity will of course prompt him to scan the clue, simply because it’s in plain sight, and the puzzle box itself is so intriguing that he’d be remiss not to. But the message that pops up in his vision is both teasing and not terribly informative, making it clear that this isn’t a mystery that Markus is meant to solve. He can resign himself to that, even if it makes a brow quirk, coupled with a knowing look towards Fitz himself.

But right. Shopping. Leaving the present where it is for now, Markus guides Fitz back towards the door to begin their trip.]

Not exactly what I meant, but no. I wouldn’t be so cruel to leaving you twisting in the wind like that. Besides, I assume you know how to manage a bow-tie on your own.

[And out they go. It’ll be fun.

Probably.

Because what Markus had meant, apparently, was that he very much intended to stick to the itinerary he drew up for them in the blink of an eye. They’re at what must be the fifth boutique (at least they’re nearly done), and the android may or may not have subjected Ftiz to various outfit changes by now — this color over that color, this cut of material over that one — fulfilling the original purpose of their outing and then some. But there’s never any harm in further expansion of one’s wardrobe; and FItz’s budget is far more flexible than his. Maybe Markus is living a little vicariously through his human friend.]

Turn around. [He suggests as Fitz steps out of the dressing room, arms crossed and eyes scrutinizing.]