Rafe looked down and then up again, and sounded offended as he said, "What's wrong with my clothes? I'm undercover, man! I'm a hobo! I gotta look the part! No one ever sees a hobo and thinks angel. 'Cept for you blokes. And womens."

"At least I'm wearing something that matches," Gabe murmured.

"It makes you look like an exchange student," Rafe grumbled.

"What's wrong with being an exchange student?"

"Are you kiddin'? Everyone thinks you spend all your study-time smokin' pot!" Rafe paused. "Maybe I should try an exchange-student disguise next time."

"Or you could wear one of Ghastly's suits," Gabe pointed out. Rafe looked down again.

"I dunno. A white suit? Be a nice contrast, I guess, but a suit? I can't wander through a dark alley in a suit. I can't train-hop in a suit. People'd look at me weird if I went to a hobo convention in a suit."

"Yes," Anton said, going to Fletcher and taking one of the bags. Corrival, who had been sitting in the background and snorting, took the other. "Thank you for not giving him more reason to make a mess I would have to clean up."

"I take umbrage at that," Rover complained, holding out a bag for Anton to take which Anton completely ignored as he turned and started unpacking the one he already held. "I can't even make messes! I'm Heavenly! I'm next to God in cleanliness!"

Descry caught his breath and moved his hand enough to peer up at Rover through his fingers. "Is that why you managed to peanut the whole of Heaven?"

"I was just seeing how many people actually noticed. Besides, they were sanctified peanuts. They don't count as making a mess."