Holy shit, York has actually made an effort at this. Like it's an actual date and not the two of them going to eat dinner in the mess. Together.

Wash suddenly feels incredibly underdressed. He hadn't been joking about not owning anything nice. He lives in the armour pretty much and it hadn't seemed necessary to possess anything when he wasn't going to use it. He's in the newest set of sweats that he owns, a clean tank top that shows off his arms, but York is wearing jeans that make him look hot as hell and has some kind of body spray on and...

"Hey," he says, looking York up and down. "Holy crap, do I feel like a slob now."