"It will need tailoring," Biffy said, even though he knew it to likely be a lost cause. Shameful really. Someone with a physique like Derek's ought not be hidden in bad tailoring. Still, one had to try.

He waved and steered Robin's buggy toward the door, nodding as Derek approached. "No, not yet. Any place you would suggest?" Biffy was being a little coy, of course. He and Derek didn't talk as often as they did but werewolves were terrible gossips and he knew that the food truck was on its way to bigger and better.