Bart can't help a grin at the look of the guy coming over, because that's definitely a look, but he dials it back a little for David's benefit. No sense alienating an ally.

"I feel like I missed a memo. Was I supposed to dress up?" He'd been in his usual urban teen look of a well-broken in pair of jeans, hi-tops, and a slightly baggy hoodie that may or may not have some claw-marks on it from the kitten he hadn't brought with on this particular venture. It had worked perfectly for their meandering through town. Not too hipster, not too grunge, but mostly nondescript. The red hair and gold eyes made him stand out more than enough.

"Good afternoon."