"Shirts, I can get at the pixie's store. Pants, sure thing. Shoes, why the hell not? But there's somethin' about a Turks jacket, man. You just can't order that in, yo." Reno might have puffed his chest a little and straightened his jacket. For all the gesture was worth, given how prone he was to wearing it sloppily in the first place.

"See, I knew I could throw together somethin' kinda poetic if the muse came down upon me, or whatever it is people say. I'm kinda sorry that the first time I ever bother to break it out, it's gotta be about the rodents, though."

That called for a long swig from the bottle. Just 'cause.