Momentos a'plenty

Artisan shot a too-quick glance the strangers way before returning to his desperate gnawing, but once the image had sunk in his chewing slowed to a stop. The colorful man lifted his head and stared over at the creature with what could only be recognized as fascination. His jaw fell open, the rock tumbling out from between his teeth onto the sand below. Art entirely ignored the red panda's words, his focused gaze unwavering and centered juuuust past Armando's forehead.

Finally Artisan found words, and as he spoke he crawled just a little bit closer. "Can.. Can I try on your hat?" The Aracari man's paw slowly began to lift, inching closer and closer to the fedora even before the little red panda could give his okay. Of course, Art wouldn't take it without explicit permission - consent was everything, after all - but where was the harm in just touching it's tiny brim?