Jacquelyn trotted over to her own bed. On it was a faded pink scarf that looks like it's seen better days, and a few other things like bells and semiprecious jewels. She grabbed the scarf, and wrapped it thoroughly around her neck. She considered also putting the bells and things in her hair, but decided against it. They would probably be stuck there forever if she did, and pinning her hair always felt like it was being pulled. "Sure," Jacquelyn said to Noreene. "I wouldn't mind the tambourine. Anything to avoid tripping over my feet all day trying to dance."