The price is steep; some haggling may be required. Nevertheless, the Fool interrupts X with an arch look. "You have not 'made' me do anything. But if you would like to be helpful," he adds, and gestures towards a slightly raised bit of floor in front of a mirror within the shop, "you might stand there." To the tailor, he offers a benign smile and remarks, "A fitting would not go amiss, surely."

The tailor, still holding the coat aloft, looks from X, who he has more or less been holding hostage, to the Fool. Who is now holding him hostage. (Sort of.) "I assure you," he begins, miffed, "this coat is a perfect fit. He has worn it already, he can attest--"

Guilelessly, the Fool replies, "I am pleased to hear it." Then he plucks the coat from the tailor's hands, steps lightly over to X, and holds it up beside him, considering his reflection in the mirror.