[At that, Teddie's joyful demeanor finally dwindles and he lowers his head slightly. His gaze drifts off to the side as he softly shakes his head.]

N-No, he's not...

[The chair even stops spinning. In fact, even talking about the stupid unicorn helmet doesn't seem to help lift his mood back up.]

That helmet's horn is all nubby anyway, it can't poke anything for nothing. They wouldn't sell a dangerous toy like that.