You were visiting Argus. While waiting for her, you saw Argus's cowboy hat on the table, but the woman herself wasn't around.

Being curious, you decide to pick up the intricately decorated hat. After examining the beautiful fabric and stitching, you decide to humor yourself a little by putting the hat on. Looking at a nearby vanity, you adjust the hat with a smile. What a gorgeous hat- but it definitely fits Argus more than me.

"...Dear, you really shouldn't touch stuff that isn't yours."

The voice of Argus made you jump. You turned around to see her leaning against the wall, looking at you with a slight grin. Looks like she's been watching you this whole time.

You try to apologize profusely, but the woman cuts you off.

"Shhh." Argus waves her hand, walking up to you, her mismatched eyes glimmering.

"You've enacted the cowboy hat rule now," Argus says, while plucking the hat off your head and putting it back on hers. "You know what that means, right?"