"Fine, you don't like the hat?" Ray reached a hand up and swiped it off his head, shoving it into his coat pocket. "There's no hat. And now my head is cold. I hope you're happy." Beau certainly seemed to be if the noise he made was anything to go by.

"It's moving." Ray whacked the back of his hand against Asher's arm to grab his attention. "It's moving, look."