Jack doesn't even try to hold back a snorting laugh, reaching out to stroke Estelle's neck. "C'mon, gorgeous, he didn't know he'd need to bring you an offering."

He doesn't even bother to move back when she begins snuffling at his hair again. "I don't always wear it, I'll have you know. It was practical today so I could have my hands free while bringing the princess her treats, but I actually try to keep it away from the horses most of the time. On the other hand, it has turned way more heads than any bomber or leather has, and that's worth the possible heat stroke."

Ask your brother about his particular taste in vintage military, be prepared to get a little more detail than you might have wanted.