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Hob and Dream were walking through a Christmas market that Hob had invited Morpheus to. They both held cups of mulled wine in their hands, though Dream protested that he didn't require it. But Hob was adamant.
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While Dream stood by stand with the carved figures. Hob went through the winter hats on offer. He smiled happily when he found what he was looking for. A black hat with silver threads that reflected in the light and looked like stars.
Morpheus yelped in surprise as Hob put the hat on him.
"I thought you knew about me."
"I might know about you,"
Dream shrugged.
"You don't have to give me anything."
"What if I want to," Hob replied. "It suits you." He led Morpheus to the mirror that was in the booth.
"You know I don't need it, right?"
"I know, but that doesn't mean you don't have to have it."
"Thank you, Hob."
"You're welcome."