"Where did I get this hat?" Finn repeated, adjusting it slightly.
"Yes. That's what I asked," the knight said dryly. "Or are you going to go back to telling me how insufferable you are?"
"Well damn, sorry. I didn't know it bothered you that much."
"Then don't trauma dump strangers the second you meet them."
"Fair." Finn gave a small, guilty nod.
"Well? Where'd you get it?"
"I got it from one of the wizard towers. They gave it to me as a gift for my good works."
"How long have you had it?"
Finn fiddled with the brim proudly. "Couple days now, give or take."
The knight stared at him for a moment, then suddenly gestured toward the chief woman. "Is it just me, or is she checking you out?"
"Huh?" Finn followed the gesture—only to see the woman across the hall staring him down like a predator stalking a zebra. Her gaze was unblinking, hungry.
"What the hell…" Finn muttered, unsettled.
She winked. Licked her lips. Again.
Finn recoiled slightly. Not this circus again.
