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lemon 
She hadn't been thinking of stopping by the playpens at all, but had spotted an apron-clad Mo on her way back up to the castle. That was just an outfit calling her name, so Alice had put whatever useless thing she'd been planning to do on hold. Just... to compliment his fashion choice, of course.
"Pity I don't have your camera. You look better in an apron than Ascanius does," the seventh year commented once she'd made it over to him. Did a wonderful job of not letting on that her knees were hell, didn't she?
Mo turned at the sound of Alice's voice and grinned broadly at her. "I'm very comfortable with my masculinity, Ace. The difference between me and Essex is that I make this look
good." He petted the apron a bit before turning to examine all of the crates and cages.
"My camera is in my bag. If you want. Or you can come have a niffler race with me. I vote for the latter, honestly, because I don't want any pictures of me like this." He meant the gray hair, not the apron. Who cared about the apron?