"I have my sources," he bragged, crossing his arms over his chest in smug triumph. No, Barnaby hadn't outwardly praised him for his efforts, but the look on his face, the fact that he actually came closer... Yeah, that was a victory. His partner might as well have screamed for joy.

"You like it? I know you prefer to pick out your own clothes, but that kinda defeats the purpose of a present!" That, and they didn't have enough money to buy anything better. It was that jacket or rags, really.