Scott notices the price difference but doesn't comment. He's a single working dad with two - three, if you counted the baby turtle - mouths to feed and he's not going to look a gift horse in the form of cheaper clothes in the mouth.

So he grabs his wallet, pulls out the quoted sum. Cinna will find a tidy pile in his hands a few seconds later.

"Thanks for this." Really. He's grateful. "If you ever need any techy done, let me know and I'd be happy to whip something up for you."