"Neither am I," she replies with a musical laugh, setting her glass down so she can take a bite of her pie. It's not as good as hers, if she's being honest, but she'd never say as much. It's still a good pie.

"Getting a haircut seems like it would be very nice," she muses, sucking on the tines of her fork before setting it down. "I wouldn't know, obviously. But they wash your hair, right?"

She lifts her hands to make little clawing motions with her fingers. "Massage your scalp and all that? That sounds wonderful."