The fact that it had been replaced a few times didn't mean he couldn't smuggle plenty in it. He does, after all, have a tailor. And plenty of pockets is always something a thief needs.

He grins at her unabashedly. "Me an' dat coat go back a long way, chère." As she well knew, if she ever went looking for the memories. He has a feeling that she doesn't, though. Takes all the fun out of things.

"I got here wit' de clothes on my back an' whatever's in de coat." Even he's not too sure at the moment. Cards, obviously. Some candy. Hairbands because his hair was a little long again. Gloves. His staff.

Stuff.

"Managed to rescue one deck of cards 'fore dey took de coat, though. Would feel too naked wit'out it."