Tristan took the coat as it was handed to him and slid his arms inside. As he did, he could smell Celeste's perfume. He smiled slightly and adjusted the coat a little. He had one hand on the door handle and was about to leave, but not before thanking her. He looked to her kindly, "Thank you M'dear." He said politely. He wanted to do something else, but he wasn't sure what to do. So before things turned awkward, he pulled open the door. As he did, a blast of ice cold air hit him in the face. He shook his head, "This is ridiculous, I'm moving to Texas." He teased under his breath. He glanced back and gave her a small, sweet smile before turning and walking off her porch, and down the sidewalk to his own house. He placed his hands into his pockets as his fingertips were beginning to get chilly. Th coat did indeed help, a lot. But it was still cold, so he hurried home.