The expression on Richard's face probably said more than he could about his stance on cowboy hats. It wasn't that they weren't cool, and all, but he had gotten into one too many fights with cowboy wannabes for the chambray and bolo look to appeal to him anymore. "I... think I'll pass," he said, shaking his head. "Not the cowboy type."
He turned back to his coat rack for a second, and uncovered a particularly heavy leather jacket. With a woolen trim. "Oh, you have got to be..." his face split into a grin, and he pulled the hanger out. A leather bomber jacket came with it, sleeves showing some rather worn military patches. It looked, unless he was completely off his rocker, both authentic and in surprisingly good condition. It slid off of its hanger and onto his shoulders as if it had been meant for him, and he couldn't help but beam at Lucy. "What do you think? Do they have an aviator's cap over there?"