*he turns around to face Herman, a half-grin quirking the corner of his mouth thinking that finding the trumpet was good, but still half wanting the cornet. He mulls over "instruments that you blow" and is loath to twist something that came out of such an innocent mouth*

*Besides, he thinks, Ophilia told you to put a leash on it.*

Makeup!?

*he says after a moment, a bit startled*

I have to wear makeup? How do you think I would look in makeup?