Well nobody really needs a hat outside of weddings and the Kentucky Derby but as I always say, each to their own.

[The defensiveness doesn't seem to fluster Prior. At least it doesn't make him think twice about teasing his would-be savior. After all, he's in the vulnerable position, here, and should be allowed to regain a little status somehow.

At the same time, he's hardly unable to lower himself a peg or two to help someone new feel more comfortable, so he goes on:]

It wasn't a criticism, incidentally. When I was new I sent out a mass broadcast to the whole city because I was lonely, and scared. I hadn't even thought as far as politics. And as for what I was wearing? Too horrifying to go into, really.

[That said, he inspects the furrow made in the snow. It's a good effort. He could probably make it without a hand, even.]

Are you sure you don't want to come on in my side for a while? The weather's fine.