Momentos a'plenty

Armando clutched his hat as the wolf fixated on it and leaned in. Honestly he'd forgotten he'd been wearing it. Couldn't even remember taking it out of his bag and putting it on. Oddly enough, he didn't even remember packing it for the trip here, but he supposed the hat was just that special. After all, he did love it. He probably packed it in his sleep or something strange like that. Of course, he didn't usually sleep walk or pack or anything else for that matter beyond sleep, so the situation was all around strange, but he had more pressing things to focus on. Like the big looming drunk who was all...big and...looming, and getting closer by the second.

He decided to play jovial. Laughing jollily, he playfully swatted at the stranger's paw and said, "Whoa there buddy, we just met. I know you dogs are all up on...and in...each other's business right now, but these goods," he gestured to all of himself, not just the hat, "Are invitation only."

The little panda let that sink in for a second. It had taken him all of two seconds to switch gears and come up with a new plan. "I'll tell you what, friend. Seeing as we just met and a little reciprocity makes sense, I'll make you a deal. You let me see those pretty things you got there on your wrist and I'll let you try on my hat." He beamed dumbly up at Artisan, his big, doe-like eyes nothing but goodwill and cheer.