Maybe it's lucky? Or you just like the hat? *He did touch the hat to examine it. It was the sort of article of clothing that had been long softened from that initial crispness and now was comfortable. Like breaking in a pair of jeans. He hands the hat back over.* I suppose I must feel that way about my jacket. *He's referring to his jacket with the gold braiding he's wearing. He's washed it a few times but without a washing machine or a dry cleaner, he can't get it completely clean.*