A bit of smiling laughter and, "How very like me," comes the Fool's reply, voice light with whimsy. With some reluctance, he swings his legs down from where he has his feet propped up on the window sill and crosses his bedroom to find something a bit more appropriate to wear out in public than his house robe. He tucks his yimo into the crook of his jaw and shoulder as he considers his options. (Hmm, shall it be turquoise or scarlet today? Decisions, decisions.)

"But unfortunately no, X, it wasn't me, either. Still, shall I come down to offer some help?" And see the coat in question for himself; he has to admit some curiosity now.