Deepwood Weald What is this, wash and wear?

"For the most part," she replied. He wondered what she meant by that, but he was relieved that she wasn't actually upset with him. He shook his head at her and laughed, allowing the tension he'd been feeling to leave his body. "I knew it," he said, grinning. "You can't fool ol' Oliver."

Holly placed a lump of snow on his head and giggled at him. "I like your hat," she told him. He chuckled. "Yeah?" he said, striking a pose. "Does it make me look more dashing?"