[ yellow spicebush blossoms? kaveh thinks - he has never seen a spicebush before. but the word itself is evocative. it's a name of a plant that reminds one of something lightly scented with the sharp prickle of spice, of an autumn day amidst golden, falling leaves. it's romantic. kaveh looks. he hadn't expected the young man to say such a thing. he's not certain if the yellow would complement his complexion, is the thing.

... but that doesn't mean there isn't a way. kaveh's hands plunge back into the pile. ]

Certainly, I hope nobody's made a suit that shade. At least not out of any of this material, and certainly not out anything more reflective. Something too yellow would eclipse the sun itself if you were walking about, and that isn't conducive to anything. Ah - [ kaveh pulls out the suit jacket he had been searching for. dark, neat lines - and with a lining the colour of raw pyrite. kaveh holds it up to the young man with a smile. ] How about this, though? It's subtle, but the lining brings out a bit of the gold. You won't blind anyone, but it'll be as if you were wearing the yellow that you like.