It oughtta be nice and quiet for the two of us, then.

[Ah, his options: dress pants, more overalls, or a pair of slacks he barely remembers owning -- someone must have found them when packing his suitcase for him.

He slides into those, grabbing a button-up shirt and undershirt while he's at it.]

We'll have to save that kite-flying you wanted to do for another trip. Probably best to do that in a place where storms don't sneak up on ya.