[Silver is curled up in the interstitial space between two shelves full of toys, getting his brood on, when Ethan bursts in to hide from the children. It takes him a minute to figure out precisely who or what he is faced with, and then he puts his head back in his hands, watching Ethan through his fingers.]
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A feather boa.
[He restrains his smile to a corner of his lips.]