“If you insist! Payment in drink is more than acceptable in my trade.” Perfect. What Molly was originally gunning for: someone to get him either a meal or a drink, and he’d scored a friend and a drink instead.

“Qrow, that’s a new one. Original as you are though, I’m sure.” Molly goes to grab his coat, his swords—but they’re not there. Oh. Force of habit he guesses.

“Do let me know if you’ve seen a tailor somewhere, it seems I’ve misplaced my coat.” Nah, he knew exactly where it was. Probably time for a new one, regardless.