–Look. This can end two ways. Either you will be satisfied, or you won’t be. And all of this will depend on whether you’ll stop moving around so much or not. [ He says that while trying to stay very focused at braiding her hair. But then pauses, and leans a bit to the side to try and look at her from behind her. ]
…Unless you’re cold? Or something. Just tell me then. I have blankets, you know.
You’ll be able to figure it out. You could braid hair in your sleep, I’m sure. [She turns her head to face him, never mind that it’ll probably make his job even more difficult.]
I appreciate it, I’m not cold -- it’s almost April. That’s exactly the problem, though. Look how lovely it is, can we move this outside? I think we both need a bit of fresh air and sun.