And the day becomes stranger yet. Ginia blinks at Joscelin, surprise mixing with disbelief and amusement. Precious, truly. In the sky, the fish slowly blink out of existence as her focus wavers.

What do you want me to do? Ginia asks herself, still taking his long, curly hair. It definitely needs a brushing. She glances at the sky, considering her options as she releases the illusion to spare some energy.

"There's a lot of strangeness going around." She jumps down from the wall. "Come here, I'll fix your hair."