Tavi is wondering if all city-boys are like this--unaware of their surroundings and never dressed sensibly. Sure, he's gotten caught in fixes like this, but at least he was always doing something... well, stupidly dangerous. There's not much dangerous out here.
And the hat is just ridiculous.
Tavi's too busy wrestling with the sheep and trying to get the hat loose to reply for a few minutes. Eventually, however, he does manage it, having picked up a new bruise or two and ending up liberally covered in grass and dirt.
The hat... well. It's probably not salvageable by now.
He regards it for a moment, then shrugs, turning back to larger boy with a rueful shrug. "Sorry," he says as he walks back over after slapping the sheep a little on the rump to get it to rejoin its fellows.
And then, with another shrug, "I don't know. You could have gotten free and wandered onto Garados. It wouldn't have been good, with an ankle like I bet you have."
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And the hat is just ridiculous.
Tavi's too busy wrestling with the sheep and trying to get the hat loose to reply for a few minutes. Eventually, however, he does manage it, having picked up a new bruise or two and ending up liberally covered in grass and dirt.
The hat... well. It's probably not salvageable by now.
He regards it for a moment, then shrugs, turning back to larger boy with a rueful shrug. "Sorry," he says as he walks back over after slapping the sheep a little on the rump to get it to rejoin its fellows.
And then, with another shrug, "I don't know. You could have gotten free and wandered onto Garados. It wouldn't have been good, with an ankle like I bet you have."