"I mean why do you want to help with the seeds thing."

"General preference for human flourishing everywhere?"

"I... guess you could add to our tabs."

"Thanks." And what happens if he Polyjuices into his Elf alt -

"Oh, wow. Oh, wow. You should try this, see if you get more than five seconds if you're not trying to nope it - gosh you're so pretty -"

"The eyesight's that compelling?"

"The eyesight's kind of ridiculous - it's just generally a very pleasant body to be in, feels very alive -"

"So you're not about to keel over, pretty sure?"

"I feel totally disinclined to keel over!"

Cam tugs him out into the hallway. There being nobody there he reaches for Timothy's hair.

Timothy collapses against him, gasping - "oh, wow - oh, wow -"

Pet pet.

He mostly manages to stay on his feet but those are a lot of bewildered delighted whimpering noises -

"Lasts an hour?"

Timothy can pick him up now! Pretty easily, even!!!

He does that.

He is not going to stand a chance of walking in a straight line if Cam is still playing with his hair, though.

Well, not in the main bar area he's not (poor Bar) or on the stairs either, seems dangerous.

How responsible they will totally make it all the way to their room.

Where there can be more hairpets.

He is giggling helplessly. "How do they even manage - the whole species - poor things -"

"They keep it braided all the time, is how."

"It is -" gasp - "astonishing they were functional - long enough to invent hairbraiding -"

"That and they're prudes?" Scritch scritch.

"A necessary adaptation if you can practically get off on scratching each others' scalps!!!!!"