“Good morning.” Ethan turned with a smile, his eyes widening for a moment. “Your hair.” Jag gathered his beloved hair into his hands and scowled. “What about my hair?” “It’s pretty.” Ethan’s face paled before flushing red, his eyes bugging out. “I mean manly! Manly. Good. Manly, good hair.” Jag pointed. “Your pan is on fire.”
