He lets out a short laugh, no way was he going to ask Bar for lingerie.

Watching her get up, he sets the coffee maker on the cushion beside him.

"Are the colors alright? 'Cause you can trade 'em if you want."

He was thinking of Stanford colors (and almost went with a Stanford sweatsuit) when he picked out the red jacket and black pants. Luckily, Bar at least helped with the fitting, so it should be all right.

When the whistle falls, he bends to pick it up.