"Thank you," She smiled down quietly at the coat, memories happy and flooding in her mind. "My mother made it for my father. Dad bagged a bear two springs ago. He was a hunter and forest ranger."
Vesper worried her lower lip for a moment. Five months ago Thomas caught a 'cold', it was a the flu, and it just gnawed at his immunity. The coat reminded her of him.
"It's super warm. It's just meant for a man that's 6'3, not a girl who's 5'4. I'm not good enough to shoot a bear with a bow and bullets are rare but I wouldn't mind one that fit me."