There is the occasional faint sound of something breaking from the other room, interspersed with muffled and unintelligible yelling. Well, he did announce his intention to have a tantrum.

Eventually, the noises stop. There is a period of quiet.

Then Hal emerges from his room. There are small fluffy feathers clinging to his extremely tidy and fashionable clothes, which are much less tidy than they were half an hour ago. His hair has escaped any semblance of order and turned into a nest of tangled curls. His eyes are a little red, as though he was crying.