Lee laughs and straightens his collar. Michael's clothes situation is a boulder she is always going to be trying to roll up a hill. Someday, surely, it will pay off. Someday he'll be in a suit for eight hours without managing the transformation, image-wise, from "functioning adult" to "boy who got lost in dad's closet."
"Mm-hmm," she agrees absently. She has to bend down very far to kiss him (whatever, she's taller than everyone), and it's very chaste, very light, close-mouthed. Just a peck, really. She eyes the jacket. "I might have to pin this down."