Lucius expects more pushback as Izzy picks up the offerings. In fact, he expects more reaction to the shirt on whole, really, but he gets nothing. He glances at the book, some paperback that Lucius skimmed and thought seemed alright, and then the tin of tea he'd snatched from behind the counter at the boba place. It hadn't been opened, so he assumed it was largely decorative, but it smelled right.

"Bonnet," he admits with a small wince. He can guess how well this will go over...but that does raise other questions. "Blackbeard doesn't strike me as the send a fellow linens sort...?"

Is he? Because that would be fascinating.