[ Even her own reflexes aren't fast enough to have Perry catch the hat that's tossed aside with reckless abandon. She lets out a gasp that is very much real and offended. Immediately she pushes herself up from her seat rushing over to the statue. Annoyance and a pout both bubble into her voice as she strains to reach her hat because of course it managed to land on one of the tallest statutes they had out here. Why did they even have tall statues out on the terrace? ] 

He doesn't chew on hats he chews on socks! 

[ Slippers in the loft had become commonplace and she hadn't bothered to put any shoes on as she had stepped outside leaving her barefoot now. Although even with heels she'd still have difficulty reaching for her slightly mangled hat. Her fingers brush the edge of the hat but to no avail. She'd strain further were it not for the fact that she's still trying to be somewhat gentle with her wounds. ] 

This is one of my favourite hats! You could have flung it off the terrace. What are you doing, you brute?!