I think Noah is in love with Maia's straw hat because he wants to tilt it at a rakish angle and play a witty little ditty on Gatsby's baby grand in the smoky drawing room full of glittery people. He's not rhyming as well as Cole Porter, but that's only because of the two martinis on the piano (one with olive, one without). Watch out, ladies.
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