"Very nice, very nice indeed!" The Hat surveyed the sexy manifestations, unable to decide which it liked better. "So sparkly! So plumey! So sexy! I am indeed a Hat of style, and know it when I see it." The Hat levitated itself between the two blondes- or more accurately, between their hats. "A Hat can never be too over the top- that's precisely where they're supposed to go. And I am here to decide where you are supposed to go. . ."

The Hat's own thoughts were inclined toward keeping Gabriel with itself and exploiting his talents for an endless stream of sexy hats. A veritable harem of hats could be at its command! But, the Hat's ancient house-determining purpose ran deep within its fibers, and it knew that it would have to assign Gabriel somewhere. But in the meantime. . . "I don't suppose you can do a redhead in a raspberry beret while we figure that out?"