[Saul's not surprised that Medusa opted out for whatever reason, but he already suspects it has something to do with him being there. It's okay, though; he doesn't mind. He's not really one for group events, anyway.
As for his own outfit, he's looking a little more casual than usual, because — surprise of all surprises! — he has every intention of being on his best behavior tonight. So he's not Saul Goodman, lawyer-slash-consultant-slash-assistant-slash-whatever other job title he can slap on his resume thanks to his time here; he's just Saul, semi-friend of Sue, coming over for dinner.
...which is to say that he's not wearing a tie.]
Pork chops? [He steps inside, offers Sue the bottle.] Wow. Can't remember the last time I had pork at all.
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As for his own outfit, he's looking a little more casual than usual, because — surprise of all surprises! — he has every intention of being on his best behavior tonight. So he's not Saul Goodman, lawyer-slash-consultant-slash-assistant-slash-whatever other job title he can slap on his resume thanks to his time here; he's just Saul, semi-friend of Sue, coming over for dinner.
...which is to say that he's not wearing a tie.]
Pork chops? [He steps inside, offers Sue the bottle.] Wow. Can't remember the last time I had pork at all.