Caspar hasn't seen Nick in some time, and the sight brings the faintest of smiles to his face. "They're called clothes," he tells the fox as he approaches. "You're even wearing some, it should be obvious."

Curiously, the Cylon isn't as heavily dressed as the other non-furred bipeds walking about. Although the gray wool scarf around his neck is quite impressive. Very thick-knit and warm=looking.

"is this your current business? Hot chocolate?"