It's not even as bad under the multicolored lights as it had been in the sundries shop. Skulduggery watches Max spread the shirt out like he's the one who unwrapped the gift, actually lifting a hand to his face like he has to hide his grin.

"Well," he says, and finally his voice cannot take it anymore, cracking with barely-contained hysterics, "It looks like a shirt. Well. Several shirts..."

HAHAHAHAHA.

"Hey, you should try it on! At least one of those colors is yours..."