Tim sucks in a breath through his teeth, holding it a moment while he resists the urge to whistle, then fails. He takes the onesie with a raised brow, the colors not even sinking in yet. When they do, his expression just flattens, then stretches into a frown. Awesome is definitely not the word he wants to use right now.

"Somehow I doubt Lux is this excited about it," he says, stretching the fabric between his hands and staring down at it.