Woah!

Aside from that, Smoke is - simply put - speechless as he walks through the door. He managed to come wearing a hand-me-down suit and a mask he mustered up with folded paper, orange glitter and glue - with thin strands of red tinsel surrounding the edges of the lower-class masquerade... mask.

He looks up the stairs to see Alexandra dressed 6,000 times better than him, fighting the urge to drop his jaw.

Sorry about the costume. Trying to save on my pennies.

He adds an awkward laugh along that statement.