"A dashing hat," Cal corrected, unable to stop a wry grin at the bar as he repeatedly pushed it up away from him, and then brought it back in. "And, hey, glad to help. Even if, yeah, definitely turned out that fitting in? Was not the object of the workshop after all..."

That stopped Cal's lifts a little, blinking a bit at the bar before settling it into the holds before his arms refused to hold it like that much longer and crush his carefully sculpted chest. He stayed laying down on the bench, though, hands resting on his stomach as he looked up at Worf.

"You want help fitting in?"

And he was asking Ca--

...Okay, so, maybe, if one looked at the situation carefully, Cal was possibly one of the best people to ask about this, although he doubted Worf knew this. In his sixteen years, Cal had discovered himself apt at unconscious blending in, natural chameleon. No one, not even himself, had been none the wiser for fourteen years, and, in the past year, if anyone came close enough to notice, they were still shocked.

Snorting slightly, Cal rolled up to a sitting position, reaching for his water bottle. "Can't have that," he commented. "And, really, the appearance bit really isn't...that disruptive, so long as you don't mind people boggling at the head thing. I mean, there are a lot of freaks out there in the world, they're just few and far between, which makes them at least passing-glance noticeable. And we've already covered that it's easily taken care of by hiding it. Your manner, however...now, if anything's going to start an interstellar incident..."

"It's just that you're a bit on the...you know," Cal shrugged a shoulder, "hard-edge side. Not too terribly personable. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but if you're looking to not cause undue attention, you might want to look into that a bit, too."

Cal hid his slight grin a little with a sip from his water bottle. "Shows how much work we've got to do," he said. "But, no, you've actually gotten a lot better since the first time we met, that's for sure, which shows you can get better, but at the same time, I have no idea how you are with other people, either, and I'm a fairly easy guy to get along with."

Assuming certain topics weren't ever brought up, is all.

After a moment to consider if he dared chance it and deciding that, hey, Worf came to him for help, so he was going to get it and if Worf wanted to get all grumpy blah-blah I'm a warrior and a Klingon and proud about it, well, then, he shouldn't have asked Cal's opinion.

"New clothes," he said, "might not hurt, either. Not that that's anything wrong with what you wear, but, you know, in certain situations...clothes can really determine a lot about how people respond to you."