It takes Daine a few moments to work out what Edgar's up to, and then she wags her tail approvingly. She does feel a twinge of guilt as that nice, white terrycloth is soiled, but it can be cleaned later. It's not as if she's going to be putting the bathrobe on anytime in the near future, so it might as well be used to make Andrew look a little bit less like he's been dragged down the sidewalk by a runaway pony. When Edgar offers his hoodie, she reaches out with a paw and touches his arm so she can send him a little burst of gratitude.