Cosplaying
Ed stopped where he was, took off his glasses, cleaned them, and put them back on, not quite believing his eyes. "Sam… what are you doing? No, let me rephrase that. What are you wearing?"
"Clothes."
Ed grumbled before continuing, "Alright, smartass, care to clarify?" Sam simply reached down to the coffee table beside him and picked up a worn, beat up paperback. "Why am I not surprised? Really? I mean, I know you live in a bunch of stacked storage containers, but really? Swords?"
"What can I say? I'm the protagonist of my story and that's that." Sam grinned at Ed's groan.
"That Grid of yours is the Metaverse, isn't it? And let me guess, Quorra's YT? What does that make me?" Ed's face held his ever prominent displeased look as he took in Sam's full outfit. "Do I want to know where you got the katanas?"
"No, you don't want to know, and you'd be Juanita, my darling." Taking Ed's hand in his own, Sam kissed his knuckles, smiling despite the scowl and growl. "I can show you the magic that is the Grid. And I don't even need a virus that wipes your mind to do it either. What do you say, beautiful?"