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”Allô, mon amie! Je ne suis pas disponible pour le moment, mais laissez-moi un message et je vous rapellerai dès que possible! À bientôt!”

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[cache_coeur]

I would! I should consider it. Maybe go to Verso's guy, someday.

[Since he's the purple expert.]

What changed your mind?

[maellum]

I guess... [Don't make it sound lame, Maelle!!!] You said your dad liked your hair long so you kept it like that, huh? Gustave and Emma would always say how nice my red hair was, so... I guess I grew to see it as that way, too.

[cache_coeur]

[As a kid, she'd found it flattering. As an adult, sweet to know her dad was willing to put in the effort, and something to be nostalgic about now. As a schoolteacher... what kid doesn't gravitate towards whatever they're guided towards feeling best about?

Sciel smiles, taking Maelle's hair down to start another layer.]

They're right! It's very striking, too. I remember looking at you against all those golden leaves in Yellow Harvest, the way your ponytail caught the wind and lit up bright red, and thinking about how beautiful you looked.

[maellum]

[Maelle laughs, the sound pained. She can feel her face threatening to turn the same shade as her hair.]

Sure, Sciel. Sure.

[Anyway!!!]

You look like a professional. Like you really know what you're doing back there.

[cache_coeur]

I mean it!

[She just continues to smile, picking up the scissors again.]

It's not hard to do a trim, you just work in sections. And it's easier on someone else! I bet you could.

[maellum]

Are you volunteering as my first experiment?

[At least she's good with a blade.]

[cache_coeur]

If you want to try, I’ll let you!

[It’s just hair.]

[maellum]

I'll only do a tiny trim. So you can hide it in your bun if it's uneven.

[Which is sort of her own plan if Sciel manages to mess up her hair. She pops another piece of candy into her mouth, shifting to sit cross-legged on the chair without paying mind to the scissors. The sugar may be making her want to squirm.]

[cache_coeur]

[Sciel is glad she has good reflexes, and the lock of hair pinched between her fingers; she's halfway through a cut when it stops being a straight line and turns into a scaling diagonal. Oops. She laughs.]

If you're going to sit like that, you have to at least keep your back straight, otherwise one side will be longer than the other!

But yes, you'll get your turn next.

[maellum]

[If Maelle wasn't so dedicated to her swordsmanship she would be hunched over like a shrimp.]

Oof. Okay, okay. Back straight.

[Up she goes, with a groan. Like she's not young and spry.]

[cache_coeur]

[Sciel laughs at the sounds.]

Either you’re in desperate need of stretching or you’re about to turn sixty years old.

[maellum]

What if that's been my deep dark secret all along? I'm actually twice your age.

[Rather than the other way around.]

[cache_coeur]

Then I'd love to know what creams you use to keep your skin looking so fresh!

[maellum]

You have to bribe me with a lot more candy than this one bag for that.

[She offers Sciel another piece because they're running low. Sad.]

[cache_coeur]

Really? How much candy are we talking about?

[She waves off the candy –– you keep it, you enjoy it –– and resumes cutting.]

[maellum]

[Well...]

Have you seen the jars of the sour strips? The strawberry ones.

[cache_coeur]

I believe so. One jar? Two?

[maellum]

Three. Just to be safe. You never know what my mood will be.

[She shoves more candy into her mouth, trying to hide her amusement.]

[cache_coeur]

Mm, true, I seem to remember some few and far between but very fierce temper tantrums...

[maellum]

Yeah, right? And we wouldn't want to disturb Lune or Gustave with all that...

[The eventual belly ache might serve the same purpose.]

[cache_coeur]

That is true! [Gravely serious:] And we both know both of them are very frightened of you when you get into a mood.

[maellum]

[She almost nods in agreement before remembering Sciel is cutting her hair.]

Not you, though. You're fearless.

[cache_coeur]

[She nods, smiling.]

I'm invincible, obviously, given the smaller, shriller children I've wrangled.

[maellum]

Do you miss it? Wrangling kids.

[Maelle can be worse if need be!]

[cache_coeur]

I do.

[Genuinely, maybe in a way that hurts a little to think about. It was always the most consistent way to still be close to Pierre, and certainly the closest she'd ever get to having her own kids. Her eyes are on the scissors and the hair pinned between her fingers, and her smile is a little rueful.]

Good thing I get to spend so much time with you now, hmm?