It's true, really. He doesn't have all that many clothes and though he's spent all of his life in either the castle or the city he's heard enough of the general properties of bits of fish to be able to see the point. Personal experience there can wait forever, as far as he's concerned.

There's an irritated huff at Lexaeus' words, as he shifts again so as to see where he's going, and his face settles into a grumbling sort of acceptance. He can understand the desire, and will even concede the point, in the end. He will not like it much, and he's all but certain it'll only make them stand out more than they probably already do.