[Whole afternoons have been gobbled up by catalog browsing, at times, and he can't help but lose himself to browsing now. Especially with the variety of choices, and things so different from what he's seen before. He spots a pair he likes, too, but graciously casts the ones Miyuki selects a glance.]

Those are... not. Bad. [Helpfully,] the color's good! However, [both tiny hands dart out to latch at the heels to pluck up the pair he'd rather wear, and he holds them proudly out for inspection.]

What about these! [practically peeping.] Look, oh, look. They've got hearts, and little charms shaped like stars. [His effervescence gives way to a more serious tone.] Tell me to pick these so that loathsome thing will think it was your idea.