"Good thing it's here and not cluttering up your house, isn't it?" she smiled and dug opened the wardrobe more to dig further into it.

"I don't recognise half the things in here," her voice was a little muffled from being in amongst the clothing. "What's this?" she pulled out a hat and placed it backwards on his head, at a fetching angle. "When did you visit the 17th century? Did you rub shoulders with king James or Guy Fawkes?" Barbara chuckled and ducked back into the wardrobe.