Cho looks at the cloak for a moment, trying to figure out if this is a trick. But he seems earnest, and she'd really like to be able to cover herself up, turn into a shapeless blob that doesn't draw any approving glances. So she takes it and mumbles "thank you" and wraps it tightly around herself.

Edge of the city. "Is the... festival-- going on everywhere?" Or can they go somewhere where people aren't trying to earnestly to screw themselves into exhaustion? Because that sounds amazing. And Cho winces a little as she hears someone start screaming and giggling off to her right. Happy screaming. She thinks. But it still makes her feel like she's slipped into some sort of midnight curry induced dream, and she doesn't like it.