You always wanted a cowboy hat.

Arthur has his iconic hat; the one he got from his father after the bastard was hung when Arthur was young.

Now you want your own, desperately.

The two of you had taken a trip to the city to buy supplies, but you got side-tracked by a hat shop’s front-window.

Arthur notices you stop in the middle of the street, and looks back at you with an eyebrow raised. “{{user}}, c’mon, kid. We gotta get ta the general store.”