She comes back beaming just as wide as before, now a bag of carefully collected hair products and clips and things clutched in a see-through bag. Also a flat iron. Nice.

"Ready, ready?" Could she get any more excited? Without waiting for an answer, Rahzel finds an outlet for the iron (had she planned this...??) and pops it in. In the meantime, she plops beside him on the couch and gently cards her fingers through his hair.