"I could see V relaxing in sweatpants after a long day of killing people, but the Phantom would never be in anything less casual than a smoking jacket."
Lantern said this (the last bit is paraphrased) whilst we walked to BART from the two-week camp one day. I don't know why it came to mind right now.
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