[He returned to sipping at his coffee as he awaited her landing on the floor. He leaned on the counter, relaxing as she approached the box and examined it. Nothing fancy. No writing, no wrapping, no tape sealing the box shut. It was folded together so it wouldn't open on its own and that's it.

Inside she would find a gawdy faux fur jacket with all of her favourite colours mixed in. She had said she needed a coat similar to his, and he had commissioned this shortly after that conversation.]

You'll have to try it on and make certain it fits. I only had a rough estimate of your measurements. Alterations can be made as you desire.

[By 'rough', he meant he knew her measurements because it seemed to be a father's duty to know such things just for these reasons.]