The pins, as luck would have it, hardly make a sound as they go falling against the carpet. The thimble, on the other hand, is makes just enough of a clunk for an experienced clothier to hear--and she looks over just in time to see it rolling away from Phalanx.

If she is suspicious, concerned, or even curious--Robin keeps on going anyway, intent on getting them out of the biggest blanket and into this nice coat. It is a struggle, but he is patient and determined enough to see it through to the end.

He hopes they like this coat, though. Because he may not have the patience to try on many more.