Twins of the Soul
By: Wilona Riva
Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth.
Arguing with a Hat
"You're past your expiration date!" Jareth retorted.
"And you're undercooked, half-wit," the bird shot back.
"Jareth, are you arguing with your head-gear again?" Queen Mispa asked, turning her head around to glare at him.
"It started it," he whined.
"Grow up!" the hat replied cheerfuly.