Lambert can't help it -- he barks a laugh. "I can't imagine you supervising anyone," he says. "No offense. But I can't see you giving up magic for numbers."
Though knowing Strange, he'd still stick with the magic somehow. Just differently, maybe.
"I know he doesn't wear color. I just wanted to see how ridiculous it'd look on you." The performance outfit he used to wear, the same one he wore at the Manor ... that's as gaudy as it gets, and Lambert's pretty sure he only wore that because he was dedicated to the job and then later because he was too practical to discard any piece of clothing. Right now, they haven't actually spoken to each other in a few days, after the argument that left Childermass disappearing through a shadow after so unexpectedly appearing in the first place; Lambert still can't figure out what he was there for in the first place.
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Though knowing Strange, he'd still stick with the magic somehow. Just differently, maybe.
"I know he doesn't wear color. I just wanted to see how ridiculous it'd look on you." The performance outfit he used to wear, the same one he wore at the Manor ... that's as gaudy as it gets, and Lambert's pretty sure he only wore that because he was dedicated to the job and then later because he was too practical to discard any piece of clothing. Right now, they haven't actually spoken to each other in a few days, after the argument that left Childermass disappearing through a shadow after so unexpectedly appearing in the first place; Lambert still can't figure out what he was there for in the first place.