Astaroth gasped, because now he recalled it wasn’t just a good hat; it was his favorite. “That fedora cost more than four hundred quid and came custom from my favorite London haberdasher!” Calladia scoffed and shifted to kneel facing him, apparently giving up on the pillow wall. “I don’t know why you’re buying hats using sea creatures as currency—” “I said quid, not squid.” “Either way, you overpaid.” She looked him up and down condescendingly. “You looked like the flag bearer for the incel cause.”
