And like that, the Piper's spiky hair was drenched. The atomizer they had drunk half the contents of was now pointed in the direction of their ear, though the wielder had deemed fit to lift their arm enough as to not directly to render them deaf.

The Tailor hadn't even appeared to look up from their own papers, as they corrected their final sheet, but they lowered the still-dripping item back to the table. "Do I really have nice eyebrows?" they asked lightly, all innocence. Was there a hint of a smile? No, couldn't be.