[For just a moment, he looks a touch surprised— he had assumed some time ago that she wouldn't be attending, of course, and given that he's been rather distracted since last night, he hasn't had much time to consider that things might be different now. His surprise eases into a soft smile as he proceeds to finish off the last of his own breakfast, as well, his lips quirking to one side as he gives her a sidelong glance.]

I see. It means a great deal that you want to go.

[Any opportunity to share his passion with someone even the slightest bit interested to learn was always one he was eager to seize, but there was much more to this than Amelia showing an interest in his field. That he would have someone there to support him for the first time in what felt like ages was worth more than he could say.

He finishes the last of his coffee as he sets his silverware onto his now-empty plate, raising an eyebrow at her as his smile takes on a more playful quirk.]

I happen to think you would look stunning regardless of what you wore, but I suppose there is a certain dress code for these types of things.