"Oh, darlin', explaining about relaxed hair is a whole saga of race stuff and Western beauty standards, a wholeass journey to finally accepting my curls as awesome and we don't got time for all that. Not unless you wanna stay up till dawn." She gave a tired chuckle at the thought - this time more emotionally tired. "Yeah, go get your shampoo and conditioner and I'll get my hair cutting comb and scissors since I know you use whatever scissors you find lying around and I can't with that, and we'll meet back here in five."

She hopped up, dropping a light kiss on his temple and headed up to her room to grab her hair stuff. Several minutes later, she was back downstairs, a whole tote by her feet, cleaning out the kitchen sink. "Midnight, you mind making a little divot here?" she asked as she sprayed it down. "Easier if Cal can rest his neck there." Midnight did so with permission! shifting until Arden declared it 'just right'. "Thank you Midnight, you're wonderful," she said, dragging a chair for him to sit on.