First came a snort only to be followed by laughter. The sight of the blond tumbleweed of curls on Alar's masculine face was more than Acacia could handle. The only thing that helped her calm down was the new distraction of a wig being placed upon her own head. She allowed her guide to fix to her head.

A smile spread across her face as she peered at herself in the mirror. However, that quickly turned into giggles when she looked up at Alar's reflection.

"I like mine, but you-" Acacia covered her mouth to keep from laughing once more, "Let's get you something better."

Taking a step to the side, Acacia turned around, away from the wigs, and looked through a bin of hats nearby. Her fingers run over a few velvet hats before she chooses a blue fedora of sorts and presents it to Alar.

"Try this on instead. I think you're much better suited for this than that hairball of a wig."