They don’t make us change our clothes for occasions where it’s not necessary.
Apparently, my grandfather thinks dinner at any place outside the house is fancy because people will be around. I just changed into a different shirt and different pair of jeans. My grandfather may as well be blind. Everybody knows me and has already seen me. In short, they don’t care if I’m in the same clothes or not.
And I don’t think I should be going by an old man’s definition of “cute”.