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And did someone say "giveaway?"
Everybody yelped as Ruffian the Blue suddenly popped up from behind Briar’s chair. “As I am receiving a consultant’s fee for this mission, I feel it is my duty to correct some misconceptions,” the bounty hunter droned.
“Don’t sneak up on me like that,” Briar scolded, banging her gavel to underscore her displeasure.
“You asked me to be here,” Ruffian grumbled indignantly.
“Yeah, I also figured you’d walk through the door like a normal person,” Briar groused. “Now sit down.”
“I don’t like to sit,” Ruffian replied.
“Excuse me, Ruffian,” Ella interjected. “You always wear that cape, right? Because Frederic was insisting that villains never wear capes.”
“I’m not a villain,” Ruffian whined. “Bounty hunting is a legitimate profession. And anyway, I’m wearing a cowl.”
“Aha!” said Frederic, sitting back and folding his arms in a very satisfied manner. “Thank you, Mr. Ruffian.”
“I thought it was a cloak,” Briar said.
“No. Cloaks are just long capes,” Frederic said.
Briar rubbed the fabric of Ruffian’s cowl between her thumb and forefinger. “Why aren’t you wearing a cloak? I wanted a henchman draped in a mysterious cloak.”
“How could the name of the garment possibly make a difference?” Ruffian asked.
“It sounds scarier,” Briar said. “‘Cowl’ is the least terrifying word I’ve ever heard.”
“Oh, I disagree,” Duncan added. “It makes me think of cow-owls. And those are horrifying. MOO-WHO! MOO-WHO!”
“It doesn’t matter. I’m not changing my outfit,” Ruffian insisted. “I need my hood.”
“Fine,” Briar said. She banged her gavel against the table. “I hereby declare that capes with hoods are called cloaks.”