"Daaaad, you should get a cloak too! Mom says they're not just for girls so it's totally cool. You can get a blue on like me!" His daughter proclaimed, though at first glance she appeared more cloak than girl.
“I happen to like my hoodie, thank you very much!” He answered, pulling the hood to his daughter’s cloak over her head, rustling her hair softly. His own hooded sweatshirt was clearly old and tattered in places. Patched from more than a few close calls with Grimm and other monsters of different varieties.
“I’m more a fan of Yellow, anyway.” He answered, posing with his hands at his hips, trying to look heroic before his daughter, but ultimately came off as more goofy than intended. Which was ultimately par for the course for his parenting role.