We were fighting for space in our crammy doorway. He was looking for his hat and I was putting on my big ole winter jacket which apparantly grants +2 charisma. I pulled my hair from under the collar and let it fall freely on my back. When I turned to face him Wonderboy was reaching his hand to my hair and could only muster Wow.
He combed his fingers through my hair in silent admiration, and because I’m a practical person, and it was the early morning, and it was so funny that only hair can do that to him, I said:
I just washed it.
And then we went to work.