Well, it had been created in a fifteen-year-old style, not that Jon could tell the difference.

"Oh. Um." Jon looked down at himself, not entirely sure what was different. It looked...better, but he couldn't have said exactly what the changes were. "Thank you." He wasn't sure he needed a mirror immediately, but he'd probably find one later. And Eliot's changes were much more subtle than Margo's glitter.

He looked himself over a moment longer, then shrugged and held his arms out again, more for inspection this time. "Am I acceptable now?"