Lost Creek Hollow the holly bears the crown.

A chuckle escaped him as she returned the favor ever so slightly, ever entertained by her response. She was not without wit either and it too was one of many things he enjoyed from her company. Mordecai lifted his head to graze his muzzle across the crown of her head. He rested it there, almost tempted to preen there as well, but his rejoinder was swift to come in its place.

"And you'd let that happen to little ol' me?" he murmured, only then offering her a tentative lick to an ear. "I thought you already knew my brain was addled." And of course, given the state of her nature over the last fleeting few days leading up to his own misadventure, it may have been a keen assumption to wonder if it hadn't been.