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"I, uhm. I don't wear it that often, but..." She shrugs, a helpless little What can you do?, hands wrapped around the brim of her felt hat, one finger nestled under the black band. She bites her lip, and when he reaches for the hat, she quickly steps out of reach.
At his puzzled look, Serena averts her eyes, off to the side and fixated on some far-off point, before she settles them back on his face. Dainty fingers clench around the cerise cotton, just for a second. Then she inhales, barely audible, and bats his still outstretched hands away with one of her own.
"No," she says, soft but firm. "Let me."
Carefully places the hat on top of his hair, pulls at the back so the brim won't obscure his sight. Completely focused on the task as she adjusts the most likely crooked sunglasses, if her tiny frown is anything to go by. (Daughter of two ace trainers indeed, he thinks. A bred perfectionist.) Then a tentative smile as she steps back, quietly appraises her work.
Her ponytail whips behind her as she tips her head up, chin pointed and arms crossed, and Calem lifts up his own burgundy cap.