It's almost certain that something is going to have to be hemmed or taken in or otherwise adjusted, he would just have to see to that when he has the chance to try the clothes on later. He almost doesn't catch the sniff to try and gauge how much he's drunk. He's not particularly impaired, just a bit silly. It may be best for him to stop after he finishes this cup, though.

Bart is very clearly pleased at the acceptance of his gift, and he nods. "These sorts of holidays are meant to be for giving those things that one wouldn't normally get for themselves, and you've always struck me as a very practical sort, so why not get something small and indulgent?" he reasons.

At the question of Tarantulas, Bart nods, settling himself down again with his new clothes resting to one side of his chair. "Last I saw, he was lurking in a corner watching the festivities. The two of you have met, then?" His friends are friends, then! He's pleased to hear it.