"Yeah, you liked your red hat too, and it made you look like a gnome," Beatrice answered, grinning at him and nudging at him.. "My parents always refer to you as that "nice gnome boy who ended up in our tree" when we talk about you, and I am absolutely not even close to making that up." There was something nostalgic about that hat, though, so maybe that was why she disliked this new one so much; it was the wrong color, and the wrong shape. The hat hair was much preferable to any of that.

It was a little weird, to be talking to Wirt again, she had to admit. Things had felt so...final, when they'd parted ways. So in a way, the whole thing felt surreal, like a dream, since it felt like such a lack of closure. Until now, she'd had no idea if they'd even managed to successfully make it home, or if Greg was even okay. Confronted with the reality of it now, she felt like she was the one who wasn't real, since time had just kept ticking on for them without her.

Looking at the strange decorations that seemed to be the only thing setting some of the houses apart from one another, she was startled when he nudged her back, looking at the hat under her arm. Beatrice held it out and considered it, feeling for the bun at the top of her head self-consciously. "Do you think it'll even fit over my hair?" she asked.