Obviously displeased with being referred to as a pile of coats, an arm pushed through the layers and whipped a small pink mitten over at the man. It didn't land anywhere near him given that it was a blind toss, but the arm vanished all the same as if the point had been made either way.

"It's fine." It wasn't, but arguing wasn't going to fix anything. "They'll be okay." They weren't right that second, clearly, but they would be.