[half a moment later, his brain actually makes the connection, and he's scrambling to bend down, grabbing at the overly colorful coat and shoving the dagger inside it, wrapping the coat around it several times and tying the sleeves so there's a solid ball of fabric around the thing. He leaves the ball on top of the rest of his haul, making sure to avoid the pie at least, because that he does, in fact, want to keep]
2/2
--there.