By the time Dori came back, Matt had started chewing on his cup, pausing in the chewing to have it hang from his teeth as if he were an animal playing with something it shouldn't have.
"Hair spray. Lots of it. Then my special comb. It's not too hard but my arms get tired sometimes. It stays like this even if I sleep on it." Matt simply spoke around the cup, even if he was a bit muffled and silly looking. The younger tilted his head enough to let the manager see his empty cup. I would love another cuppa."
Something made the keeper pause a second as he took the cup from his mouth, as if a light had gone off in his mind. "Tell me a story, Dorimouse!"