Jean-Paul's smirk almost becomes a real smile. "Non, it's my boyfriend's. He has a thing for really stupid shirts." There's a lot of feelings tied up in just the stupid shirt for him right now, but that's not something to bring up with a stranger.

"Suits are hard to get here," he says instead. "My good ones are all from home. There's not exactly an Armani in small town Maine. But you can sometimes find things to get tailored at Stacy's, and any time there's a really fancy event magic seems to provide wardrobe."