Cassie nods and smiles, offering feedback - most of it positive. She and the salesperson (and to a lesser extent, Trunks himself) eventually reach a consensus on something bluish-grey with a four-figure price tag, with a brand name Trunks surely won't remember if he's not looking at the label.

But soon they'll be leaving the store with the suit wrapped up and, as soon as they're out of sight, packed into capsule storage.

She pulls up shoulder to shoulder with him and turns her head to kiss him on the cheek.

"You did great. You hungry? I know a few places we could get a bite and enjoy the sun."