Poe frowned when the hat only budged, murmuring a quiet "Drat, foiled!" and taking a step back with a definitively defeated look to her body and face; shoulders heaved, lips pursed to one side in a half-frown, and scrunched brows, she was particularly animated in such jests as these. It melted away when he caught her gaze, though, in great part due to the childish enchantment she took from engaging with the lively, relaxed, open sorts that Laurel so epitomized from her point of view here. And just to enforce this, he pulled the hat off and plunked it right down onto hers, stirring up a big fat grin.
She adjusted it on her head, shifting and stretching the muscles at the base of her ears until they popped through their designated holes. Her high ponytail tilted the hat forward a little too far over her forehead, so she tilted her chin up a little to look at him coyly from beneath the worn brim. "Oh no, this pixie is far too fond of dusty old buildings and big, pillowy beds to mingle with the birds in the forest, I'm afraid," she said, a little distracted now by the pleasure of wearing the hat. Her eyes roamed the store for a mirror or shiny surface, and the moment she caught one, she bid him a "one moment" nod and walked to it. Around the counter on the back wall, there was a small, dusty mirror mounted by a doorway that read "Employees Only". "And you, Oberon? Where have you settled?" she asked, then quickly added with returned attention and a second thought, "No matter how temporary it may be." Very, she guessed regrettably.
