"Right, I need my hat back!", Henry said, trying not to burst into more giggles then he already had.
"And I need my favorite scrunchie back, 'Enry, so it looks like we are at a stand still."
Henry didn't quite mean to grab Right's favorite hair scrunchie earlier in the morning, rushing to get to some early morning meetings while not dealing with his hair that was starting to need a trim.
But he did, and it didn't take long for Right to hunt his love down and steal his hat in retaliation.
"How about this, you let me go to this last meeting today and I'll return your scrunchie and even let you try trimming up my hair."
Right thought on the deal with a hum, before placing Henry's hat back on his head and sneaking in a smooch on the cheek, agreeing to the terms.
