[When she gets on the pillow, a large pink plume springs out from underneath where he'd slept on it. Attached to it is a red velvet flat cap. Meanwhile, with his head still firmly planted on the table, Jefferson reaches below and grabs hold of a bolt of orange tulle and pulls the end loose. The bolt flops onto the ground and he draws the material across the table and into view. He examines it quickly before rejecting it and grabbing another bolt, this one white, which was stacked just under that one. He repeats the process, again rejecting it at the end and throwing it to the ground in a huff. He shuts his eyes again.]
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