Rico twists back to see who's whispering over his shoulder, and breaks out into loud guffaws.

"Dearing, what are you wearing?" He turns his entire body to face her as he looks her up and down, hands on his hips. "At least I brought my good outfit, what the hell happened to yours?" He would've expected her to dress up at her own event, at least. But then again with her no-nonsense attitude, it makes sense that she'd wear something so boring.

"And what are you talking about?" he asks, in genuine bafflement. "I am wearing pants." He spreads his legs demonstratively in a misguided attempt to be helpful as he gestures to himself, the other hand holding a tiny cake. "Did you imbibe too many of those drinks or what?"