Arden wanted to give the conditioner a few minutes to set before rinsing it out - a practice that Cal surely followed and not at all something she was modeling for him, perish the thought - and took those moments to return her nails to his scalp, offering scritches while her thumbs rubbed gentle circles against his hairline, paying special attention to his forehead, his temples, and the back, right where his head connected to his neck.

"I'll make sure to snag you a pack," she teased. "So that when you go home - and you will get home, Cal, I know it - you can give them to her as a present."