Sage nod sharing indeed. Frances understood the importance of suiting up. He grinned back with a mischevious glint in his eye. "They get uniforms in jail anyway so it's not like they need their stuff..."
At the reassurance, Martin glanced over his shoulder to check that the assistants were still in the corner of the store, fussing over double checking the tailoring marks for Frances' suit then turned back with a tiny smile that suggested he was amused at a private joke. Without a word he gently tossed the hat to the table, where, in the air while getting there, teeth sprouted along the brim at the snap of his fingers, and the toothy hat made silent snarling motions as it devoured one of the biscuits that came with tea, then hopped over to Frances to make a show of snarling and snapping before another snap and it flew back into Martin's hands, an innocent hat once more.
He beamed. "Jack took my hat once so I did make sure nobody would take it again."
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