I’m not sure what I expected, but a crushed velvet top hat was not it. Vane retrieves it with a careful grip. “It’s really a hat?” Winnie says. “I said it was a hat,” Vane answers. “Yeah, but I was sorta expecting that to be some kind of metaphor.” “It’s a hat,” he says and makes his way back upstairs. “But like…a magical hat?” Winnie asks. “Something like that.”

