"If I ruffle your hair, will I lose my hand?" he asks cheerfully. "I did say Her will and whim, ne? She put rainbows and cyclones on this world both. And duck-billed platypii. And otters, ne!"
"Blue ones," he says contentedly, while Joker works his gigglefit out of his system. "So they could have good camouflage against the sky, ne? But the butterflies were kireeeeeeei*, na."