[If possible, his expression lights up even more. If he didn't know any better he would think Alex is trying to bribe him into something. Two of his fondest things in the world are food and clothes after all. He couldn't go through this new life living off the clothing given at the shelter. It's all very bankrupt of style and panache.

The hats are a given but he appreciates not being reminded.]

Hell yes. If I have to wear another stretched out, bleak and lifeless hand-me-down I will lose my mind.

[He digs into his pancakes with a new vigor, eager to finish. He waves with his free hand towards Alex's plate.]

Hurry up, Ally. Time is wasting.