Steve does laugh, though not at Chrissy. More at the suggestion, the thought of himself in some cutesy Halloween shirt, than anything. It's a short and breathy thing, but it might be the first real laugh he's had on the boat.

"Yeah, I don't know if it's really my style," he says with a crooked smile. "Let's see."

He considers her other question as he digs through the other shirts to see if there might be anything he'd ever consider wearing.

"There could be a party," he says thoughtfully as he searches. "If there's not one planned already we could always throw one. I haven't been to a Halloween party since —" Since Tina's big Halloween bash where he and Nancy experienced the beginning of their massive downhill slide into breaking up? Yeesh. "— since... uh. High school."

Ah, here we go! He finds a shirt he will definitely never, ever wear but hopes might get a laugh out of Chrissy. He pulls it off the rack and holds it in front of himself.

"What do you think? Is it me?"