You knew you were getting a pretty sweet deal when you got to stay at a swank little inn, rent free, until you got your feet under you and found a decent job. Miles really couldn't complain -- not that he would have, anyway -- and just as soon as he was settled he was going to offer to be the resident handy man slash loose ends man upon request. He didn't feel exactly right getting something for nothing, so he wanted Miss Cassidy to be aware that he was basically at her beck and call until he found gainful employment. He was hoping to connect at the florist's place because hey, he liked plants and he liked the dirt, but he wasn't rushing anything. He was also pretty handy just with general things, so why wouldn't he offer to help?

But that was once he was settled in a little. He hadn't been able to grab the inn's proprietor for more than a few seconds to talk it out, anyway, and while she was busy he figured he might as well explore. It was a beautiful place, and he supposed if he had to be kicked out of the nest and flung out into the wide, open world, he couldn't have found a better landing spot.

Never one to be idle long, he set out exploring, hands shoved deep in the sleeves of his baggy sweater. He'd taken about seven steps when he realized that his finger was poking out -- definitely not normal -- and another three before he'd finished being amused by the wiggling enough to examine the problem. There was a hole in his sweater. (Obviously.)

Not cool. He really liked this sweater!

Slowing his walk with a frown, he lifting his joined arms closer to his face, twisting one over the other until the hole was exposed to his scrutiny. Definitely not going to be able to just let this one slide, unfortunately; it was big enough that it was obvious, and he wasn't ready to part with the sweater, so he'd have to see about it getting mended.

He could mend it himself, sure! But he hadn't packed a sewing kit. He didn't think. Well, it was probably... somewhere, in the chaos of his as-yet-unpacked belongings, and hell if he wanted to spend four hours trying to find a tiny, travel-sized sewing kit. Much better to just pop in somewhere and buy one!

He rounded a corner, pursing his lips and glancing about, until he saw the sign for the tailor's. Ah, perfect! Stepping briskly, he pushed open the door with an easy smile, one finger still hooked in the hole in his sleeve.

When his gaze fell on someone who could only be an employee, he bumped the smile up a degree, greeting cheerfully, "Hello there."