"I'd need a big belt or three. And the sleeves rolled up. And a story about how I won it from a famous pirate. Then I might half pull it off." She bats at his hand flopping the lapel around, rocking on her heels but not pulling away.

"You can pay me back with a more open mind," she says, still a little dry, "I just want you to have nice things and look your best. You need some new clothes, why shouldn't they be a little finer? We can afford it."