“Jello is an anytime food,” Nel insists as a defense for why the idea came to mind. Smiling as the final suggestion is the one that Feste chooses amongst her proposed powers, Nel doesn’t have a chance to respond verbally before she is buried in her own hair. Rather than comment to the possibilities of such a power, she yelps indignantly.

Thus the hair monster returns. With her hand latched onto Feste as a guide, she blindly clambers on their back and starts growling and hissing in imitation of an angry cat.