Ethan watched the dark haired boy walk out with his assorted bits of costume and tried to figure out what had just happened.
He watched the boy, Xander wasn't it, first pick one of the boring plastic guns from the low price bins. Looking about the store for a moment he'd stopped with an obvious idea and then tore about the store picking up bits of this and that.
Looking at the boy's hopeful face and the chaotic pile in front of him he had to ask. "So son, what's your plan? I've put together a lot of costumes and I don't think this will form anything."
The quick answering smile, "A bit of a obscure thought, how about I stop by and let you try and guess the final costume. If you can, I'll pay when I return it tomorrow, if not I get the rental for just my deposit. Here."
Instead of saying "no" Ethan realized he'd just smiled and nodded the kid out the door.
That was... strange.
"So... Xander.... who are you."
"Well Buff, do you remember doing myth's and stuff last week."
"Yeeaaahh."
"Remember Janus?"