"Never underestimate stupidity," the Werewolf said — his own personal mantra for the job, honestly. Just when he thought society couldn't get any stranger, and more destructive.. somebody went and started a pot farm behind a church, or tried to keep a baby tiger for a pet.
Rex laughed wholeheartedly at the idea, putting the plastic badge back in his pocket to give out later. But then she had to go and insult hats."Hey, now," he said, his hands raising as if to stop her thoughts. "Those are fightin' words Addison and it is to early for that..." Rex paused before whining, "And I'm tired."
His smiled softened as gave a nod of agreement. "That'd be perfect." And he wouldn't take very long anyway. Rex headed for the door, as much as he was not prepared to deal with the public and the crowds and just, everything at once today. "You'll let me know if you notice anything crazy in general, won't you? Or if any hooligan tourists give you a hard time?" he asked, pausing at the door. Rex knew he could count on her — and in truth he probably relied on her more than he should have, but she never complained.