She chuckles and turns her attention to the box on her lap.

Once the sides are free of tape, she lifts the lid and rummages through the tissue paper.

"Oh -- "

Her fingers brush the soft fabric of the jacket and the track pants, and she unfolds them, her smile widening.

"For a second, I thought I'd find lingerie in here," she teases him.

"Bill, these're perfect. Thank you."

She stands to shrug on the jacket, and the whistle rolls onto the floor.