"We all have those days," he said warmly, his eyes gentle and understanding, he suddenly whipping off his tattered and written on tuxedo jacket and dropped it oh so casually around her shoulders. "Bit of disguise until you can get cleaned up!"
He then snatched up as many of the artworks as he could manage and still juggle his grocery bags. "Come on, right here!" He seemed so comfortable and casual about this--was it some kind of trick?