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Bex smiles back.

“Better definitely to impersonate royalty, since pretending to be a deity could make said deity angry,” Spencer says. “Trust me, it’s not worth it. For personality....make it how you want it. You’re new here, remember? You can be awestruck, or disgusted, or so terrified you cut off the circulation in your husband’s arm.”

Bex flushes again. “Spencer....” he warns.

Spencer ignores him. “You’ve got to sell it, though, whatever it is. People only start noticing when something’s out of place. So yeah, maybe make that bracelet thing look more like a manacle for Percy. And Bex—“ Xe tosses a fashion magazine at Bex. “Look through here. They have an entire section on “royal” styles.”

Bex flips through the pages and makes a face. “Who would ever wear this?”

“You’ve gone too far,” Spencer takes the magazine back quickly and locates the right page. “Try again. Remember, stand out, but blend in.”

Bex stares at it for a moment, then his appearance begins to flicker again. His hair turns blonde, then red, then brown. Both his eyes change to green. His semi-tattered vest and shorts change to something more formal, a long-sleeved jacket with gold-trimmed epaulets and cuffs, with matching dress pants.

“Spiffy!” Spencer grins. “Kanon-slash-Venus, what do you think?”

“And what do you want your getup to look like?” Bex adds quickly. “And you, Runa?”