[Cards on the table-- Taashath laughs openly at Oren's joke about the clothes. He's feeling a little giddy.]

I'd offer to lend you some of mine, but I think they'd be a bit tight around the shoulders. You could go home to grab something, or we could make it an aesthetic choice. I doubt we'd be the only people at the diner in last night's clothes.

[He glances over to the mess of their clothes on the floor.]

Do you need help finding your phone? My roommate is already, ah, aware of where I ran off to. She practically shoved me out of our booth when I noticed you across the room.