Tramp came out of the bathroom after about two minutes. There really wasn't much point in making that big of a deal out of showering when he was just going to get all grungy again, but he also didn't want come off looking "dirty" straight from his homestead either. Appearances still matter to some people and Tramp would take no chances of losing business because one morning one person didn't think he looked "presentable" enough to work on their boat's docking line, or boat engine or some other mechanical thing that he could most likely do blind folded. Noticing Lady's look about for their son's clothes Tramp playfully reminded her, "Don't forget, nothing white. You know how he always finds his way into playing with the oil or the grease. What about the uh, black Metallica shirt that used to be mine? The one you hemmed a while back?"
Tramp meanwhile, went into one of the bathroom drawers to grab the key that opened the outside storage containers, where he kept his tools. He made sure he kissed pancake-eating Jack on the forehead before going up to his mother next and doing the same. "I'll be back for lunch, and then I'll take Jack. Gent's is the last boat of the day so don't worry too much about getting ready in time." Remembering what he had promised her before his shower, Tramp quickly reached over to one of the overhead compartments and grabbed a granola bar to head out with.
"See, I remembered. Love you." He leaned in for another kiss, this time on the lips and wrapped an arm around her as well, pulling her into him.