[Gon doesn't even notice how many times he's distracted along their detour, as is his won't; time tends to be a funny thing in general, when he's with Killua—nebulous and almost unquantifiable, even besides his curious nature snagging on this and that as his general proclivity as a person.]
Milliner...?
[hats??? Gon follows Killua, eyes rolling up thoughtfully, frowning thoughtfully. it sounds more like some kind of food, or a kitchen thing, like... mortar and pestle or something? Gon's eyes suddenly light up, and he laughs, smacking his fist against his palm.]
Oh! Those funny fancy ones?
[Gon doesn't know a lot about fashion, but he definitely is pretty perplexed and amused by Aefenglom's, though not per se offended by it.]
Maybe we can get you a silly hat after we get our icecream, [he jokes.]
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Milliner...?
[hats??? Gon follows Killua, eyes rolling up thoughtfully, frowning thoughtfully. it sounds more like some kind of food, or a kitchen thing, like... mortar and pestle or something? Gon's eyes suddenly light up, and he laughs, smacking his fist against his palm.]
Oh! Those funny fancy ones?
[Gon doesn't know a lot about fashion, but he definitely is pretty perplexed and amused by Aefenglom's, though not per se offended by it.]
Maybe we can get you a silly hat after we get our icecream, [he jokes.]