Parker gave him a look, that pretty much said, bitch, please. "Yeah, well, when the apocalypse comes, I'll send you the bobble-hat so you're well-dressed. Damnit." She fished a CD case out of her jacket pocket, and handed it over to him. "It was all I could think of. You don't need boots, you *have* boots. If I bought you designer clothes, you'd never wear them. So. Music from here. Including that stupid weeds song, and Masochism Tango."