Most people would probably be nice and not laugh at someone's hair, especially not when they were just about to work on, but Rosa was not most people, and she couldn't help snickering a little. The ridiculous of it was really more noticeable when it was just lying there all limp and loose, thin and whispy, like, what was even the point of it? It was so small, so little hair...

But by then, she was throwing the tablecloth over the front of him, securing it in the back with a safety pin, sealing his fate.

"So," she wanted to confirm one last time before she went wild, gently pulling the tail out from where it'd gotten trapped under the tablecloth, already smoothing out the waves and kinks from the braiding with a comb, "pink tail, blue stripe on top, right?"

This poor dumdum was putting his hair in her hands.

What an idiot.