Kawaii. [He has to search his brain for a moment before he remembers what it means.] The song is, certainly. Still not fond of the print.

[His face colors pink at the nudge, because yes, it absolutely does feel like she's read deep into his soul and revealed horribly embarrassing things, every time he's sung along horribly, alone in his car, to the refrain of Jeanny, every ridiculous puffy shirt he'd ever owned and honestly missed]

Are they? You think? ... Has it really been that long now to be considered retro? Good Lord.

[The only time in recent memory he'd get frequent compliments on his jabot, or was mistaken for a pop singer...]

...Do you think they'll bring back women's shoulder pads?