Good thing Jesse doesn't know a fae from his left elbow or he'd have commented on that. As is, he pulls the hat off again to examine the teeth anew.

"A cygib-...Cybid-...Damn, fergit it. Here's hopin' I get a chance to test it out soon. I gotta see how this works."

The new hat is carefully put back into its box and Jesse's usual one is replaced back on his head. (He won't admit it out loud, but his patchy hair loss makes him a little insecure.) The final box is taken up and opened. He still can't believe there even is another one left. Everything else already feels like it's plenty.