He giggled some when she did, with a mock-chastising "Mokey..." before he continued his work. A braid from one side, a braid from the other, and he secured them in the middle and let the rest flow freely into her hair. Stepping back, he studied for a moment, then moved to where his pack was nearby.

"Hold on, I've got just the perfect thing!" Gobo knelt and started rooting around. "I picked them up in the park this morning, should still be mostly okay..."