“Lone, dear, do you know where my coat went?” Dottore voice rang out as he walked down the stairs. Then he heard Pantalone start laughing. Very loudly.

Then he walked into the living room. Pantalone was there, with you. And you were wearing Dottore’s (much too big for you) jacket. “…”

Pantalone giggled. “I think your jacket’s been stolen, dear,” he smiled, patting your head. “It suits her perfectly, don’t you think, Tore?”