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Thanks. [Wei Wuxian takes the clothes and looks at them, eyebrows rising high on his forehead. He's grateful of course, it's just, he's never worn anything like them before. The trousers are made of a coarse and yet somehow still thin material, and they're worn through enough to have many holes. Peter must not have much, if the trousers he keeps are in such a state, and he feels himself warm with gratitude that the man is still willing to share with him. No matter how uncomfortable the items look, he knows when to keep his mouth shut and be gracious.

Peter is still talking too, telling him about how to acquire other necessities. Half of what he says goes over his head, but he listens intently anyway, doing his best to try to understand this new place and all of its conventions.]

Oh, it's [He rattles off a year that will probably have no meaning to Peter because they kept the years differently then and also because there's no given era for this show, time isn't real.

He glances down at the clothes again and sits down on the edge of the bed to stare at the shirt. It's self-explanatory, though not the most convenient, and he pulls it over his head with only a little difficulty, smoothing it down over his chest with one hand.]

What's a Led Zeppelin?