Whatever could he be indicating, thing on top on of his head that wasn't there at the moment? She rolled her eyes dramatically and headed back to the kitchen. "Alright, alright, you can have your hat. See? I didn't do anything to it," she pointed out and put it on the felt next to him. "It's not your size, you know. Not even those ears will prop it up."
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