Eiji and Ōishi both stare a little wide-eyed at Jordan. Not horrified or anything, just caught off-guard. Fuji laughs.

"I'll try that. Taka-san," he calls out, in a sing-song. "Eiji has a new friend here who thinks you should stop being such a girl, and buy both." He seems hardly able to contain his amusement at saying those words.

"Really?" Comes a timid-sounding voice from the fitting room. "I guess..."

"Come on, we're waiting for you!" Eiji adds, unhelpfully. It's not quite true, besides; the boy with brown hair and glasses is buying something at the register. Though what he needs with eight different kinds of vibration dampeners might be a question worth asking.