“yeah, they wouldn’t order to me otherwise,” she hums happily, bringing the parcel to the table and basically shredding the poor packaging apart. “ta-da! isn’t it cute?” it’s some sort of… headband? it looks like a snail.
“now, now—- i wouldn’t go *that* far,” immediately quick to defend, glaring at mephisto as if he had snitched (probably likely). “what? you want me to shake you until some of your hair comes loose? sure, c’mere.”
maeve looks extremely unimpressed, smoothing the strip over his nose anyway and patting down any creases gently. “if it could rip your skin off, would it be sold at literally every pharmacy store ever? chill. it just gets rid of dirt in your pores, you’re welcome.”