““As I watched him, he turned it curiously, then pressed a button on the side of the case. The crystal kitty head popped up to reveal a hidden compact mirror. “I think it’s you,” I chirped. Ben wheeled around and smiled approvingly. “I like it. Very Japanese.” “Thank you,” I said. “I also got something for you.” “I’m not wearing a wig.” “You’re such a downer.” I handed him a baseball cap, then took off my camera case and slung it around his neck. “There: Generic American Tourist. No one will look twice at you.” “I’ll choose not to take that as an insult.””
