[If he hasn't caught the significance of the phrase, then he isn't from that magical neighborhood. Morphia shrugs.]

[The offhanded shrug turns into an expression of wide-eyed curiosity very quickly as the coat does its thing. She remembers a few moments later that she should not be impressed.]

Plenty. You should have seen what my brother was wearing when I met him. He still has zero fashion sense, but he's finally evolved a little past 'ragged hobo' levels.

[A bit of a sneer, but her voice is passingly fond.]

Amarcord, huh. Nice place?