Sally scowled. "Careful with that! It's from the fifties!" Sally's eyes widened for a second before becoming a calm mask. It looked new, yes, but it was a family heirloom she had had her mum send her. Sally smirked and snatched Harold's top hat from his hand and flip onto her head. "My hat suits you about as much as yours suits me." Sally flashed a cheesy grin at Harold.