[ Steve takes the jacket, holding it up in front of him to look over before he starts to pull it on, first one sleeve and then the other. It's definitely heavy-duty enough to keep someone warm and safe even in these colder months while they were doing manual labor.

Maybe it doesn't fit him perfectly, but it's a decent fit. He wouldn't pick up on anything being wrong or off, but he wouldn't be surprised if Hilda wants to make a few changes given her more careful eye for this kind of thing.

He stays put in case she needs to measure or mark anything on the garment, barely holding back on his amusement as she regales him with her story of a run-in with goats. ]

Guess they've probably never seen hair like yours before. They must have been curious what it tasted like. [ While Steve finds it hard to believe that Hilda would have ended up with a frostbitten foot, he doesn't argue with her too much. Instead, he just sends her a crooked smile. ] I'm glad you survived the ordeal.