But she couldn't help herself; a glance turned into a gawk. Yesterday he'd been wearing a fancy robe, just like the ancient pegasi costumes in the Hearth's Warming pageant. Today, it was a plain shirt with sleeves that barely covered any of his arms—arms which were conspicuously lacking a coat. Even weirder, his head was bare today as well. She could understand why he would have wanted to wear a wig yesterday, but why wasn't he still wearing it? She'd be embarrassed to be seen in public with some of her coat—or Celestia forbid, her mane—missing.