Momentos a'plenty

Armando watched with a carefully crafted dumb expression as Artisan took off all his jewelry. That's right, silly puppy, strip. Oh man he couldn't wait to get his paws on all that hardware. Armando was willing to bet he could get a pretty penny for all of it on the right market. Or, maybe, since there was a lot there, he'd part it out. Spread the pretty around. Ah, but he was counting his chickens before they were hatched. First he needed to get his mitts on them.

As the wolf took things off, Armando put them on. He wrapped them around his neck and shoulders, and when there was extra length left over he wound them around his front legs too. Then he sat there and made a show of admiring them. All in all it was a bit heavy which meant he was going to have to handle this with a bit of finesse if he was going to pull off this caper.

"Good thinking, raccoon!" Armando held up a paw, finger out, to correct the dog and then thought better of it. Let him think he was dealing with a raccoon. If anyone asked later the term would send would-be search parties after the wrong species. He dropped his paw and kept his complaint to himself.

Slowly as though it was a Very Big Deal, Armando stepped up to Artisan. He then reached up, took the fedora off and held it out as though about to put a crown on the dog's head. Once it was settled between his ears Armando eyed him like an art critic and then adjusted the brim. He then stepped back and made a show of looking at Artisan again. After a beat he nodded in satisfaction and said, "Very nice. You know, not many wolves could pull that look off."

His approving look faded and his brow furrowed. "Hmm...actually..." Armando glanced around for his bird companion and after spying her, waved her over.