"Yes," she said, heaving a deep, if not entirely sincere sigh. "I'm not at all surprised." Nor was she entirely surprised when she saw the Suave bottles, but they did make her smile, if a little ruefully.

"Sit," she said, patting the chair. "We're gonna have you lean back so your neck fits right here," now patting the divot, "and your whole head is in the sink." She tested the hot water with her fingers and turned it down a bit. "You'll have to tell me when it's the perfect temperature," she said. "I like my water hot enough that I get red in the shower, but you're a delicate fainting flower and I might like it too hot for you."

Enjoy that accidental mental image, Cal.