"That one, definitely," he says with a mild grimace, pointing directly to the teacups. At least they'll get it out of the way, he reasons. "You'll lose your beads as well as your lunch."

Gently, and with a fond curl around the corner of his mouth, he untangles the necklace from her horn and carefully helps it over the other as well so that it can drape where it's supposed to around her neck.