[ There's a pleasant flush across the back of his neck as Fabian literally tips his cap to him, even though this is still stupid. It's definitely the milk. He's not someone who takes every stray, thoughtless compliment to heart.

It's just that Fabian has so many, and gives them out so freely. He's indiscriminately pleased by everything. Must be nice. ]

I know my fantastical bestiary, what can I say?

[ Maybe not so fantastical for Fabian, sure, but that's beside any point. ]

Take a few other ideas before you commit. I wouldn't want people thinking I bribed you with the hat. [ He teases, lighter and easier than he would have expected. ] I should go find the other guest of honour, anyway. You have time to deliberate.