“Here,” Mr. Forkle said when she emerged from behind her curtain with the ends of her sash tossed around her shoulders like an awkward shawl. He tied a simple bow and she started to step away, but he placed a hand on her shoulder. “Perhaps you’d also like a little help with your hair?” “You’re offering to do my hair?” Sophie verified, reaching up to feel the tangled mess. “I’m an elf of many talents,” he told her. Shockingly enough, he wove her hair into the most intricate braid she’d ever seen.
This is so funny and so sweet I love the Forklenator
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