Roller

"As always, it's been a delightful reunion," Edgar said, reaching into the closet for his coat (and Lawrence did the same). "Let's get together again soon!" Fern replied, smiling warmly. "And, before you go ... because I have a cat ... let me give you a good rolling." Pulling the lint removal tool out of nowhere and wielding it deftly, Fern approached, but Edgar stopped her with a hand raised. "You don't have a cat, Fern," he said carefully (while Lawrence held their hats). "There's not a single hair anywhere ... except the ones you collect from people as they leave. You're darling as clever as they come, but we'll not be giving you locks of our hair any time soon." Fern glared at him for just a moment and then relaxed into a sigh. "Suit yourself, dears," she responded gently, "but you're passing up on an amazing protection spell." Edgar waited until she put the lint roller down and then hugged her. "Be well, my friend; I adore you!" he exclaimed, then whispered into her ear, "If you have to deceive in order to get the ingredients, it's not for protection." Lawrence waved goodbye at the door as they exited, not wishing to get any closer to her than he'd been all evening.