He snorted, a small amused sound that was so toothache inducing that anyone else in the house would have immediately recognized it as a sound meant wholly for one person. "He's been stocking up on the same brand since it first came out and worked well for him."

He finished off her second braid, securing it with a band so it wouldn't unravel. It wasn't perfect, but for braiding while it was dry, it certainly wasn't bad. He stepped back, wiping his hands off with the towel at his waist before he moved around to drop into the chair opposite her.

"I can trim it if you need me to, as well. I'm not a stylist by any means, but I can keep the split ends at bay. Next time I go upstairs, I'll grab his bottle so you can see it."