[Well, she's going to fingercomb his hair now. Maybe kind of muss it into a style and then put it back. It's a mystery.]

Well, I figure, either we make the effort to put clothes back on and get out of here before Mom realizes I haven't just kicked you back out and tries to convince you to work in the bar, or we resign ourselves to nakedness, and not really leaving this room for the rest of the afternoon until somebody decides to feed us.

Your choice.