"Cheers very much - but... well... I'm not wearing a coat, per se! I mean, it's twenty-one degrees outside, today - in spite of the bloody snow!" Rhonda giggled a little bit, as she saw Bumby remove his coat - or at least, his top layer of clothing - in order to hand it solemnly to "Miss Cleo" and say "Thank you, Miss Cweo...!" with a bit of a lisp, of course! "Anyway's, I think Jacky boy will be fine really, unless you meant "hot" as in temperature; Jacky's got a pretty- adventurous palette, after all...!" She giggled again, as Bumby pulled a face at his "mommy" for "embarrassing" him by mentioning something as "personal" as his palette! "Sorry, sweetie.... I won't make any more remarks such as that, alright?" She giggled yet again as Bumby solemnly nodded, and made to slap her hand away from his hair, which she was just trying to smooth out, given how he'd taken his top layer off: by flipping it over his adorable blond head...