There was nothing like going shopping, especially with someone who was reluctant to. Malcolm loved clothing and dressing people up, it was a wonder he kept his job as a wardsmith and didn't go into fashion full time. He figured that one fashionista in the family (soon to be!) was enough and he could live vicariously through Psyke and taking his friends out like this. So far he'd been good, just sticking with things that he knew Archie would like, but this he could not resist.

Malcolm reached over the cubicle door and flailed the shirt he had on a hanger, sure to get his friend's attention. "Archie. Take. The. Shirt. And you have to show me you tried it on this time. None of this banging the hanger around and pretending you did and that it didn't fit. I know your size, don't try and pull this on me," he said through the crack in the door, waiting for the shirt to be taken from his hand. He was pretty sure that Archie would find some kind of fault with the not-quite-purple-but-really-blue shirt and give up a protest about it. But that was half the fun, seeing how far he could push Archie into different clothing styles and colors. And the look on Archie's face was definitely funny.