Deepwood Weald What is this, wash and wear?

Holly let out a sigh, relieved he didn't get mad at her for trying to mess with him again. Oliver pranced around like some kind of model and claimed the flakes upon his head 'made him more dashing'. "Yeah yeah whatever." She rolled her eyes playfully as she stood. 

"Don't go stroking your ego there tough guy!" an obvious jest as she laughed again, louder this time. Holly walked over to him and swiped his hat off his head and began showering the black dragon with more cold snow.