"Then why are you sitting here, lead butt?"

Rahzel rolls her eyes skyward but is already separating the soft locks into sections, comb in hand.

"This isn't for burning, it's for straightening." This barbarian. They didn't even have that back in the day? She bets they didn't even have bath jellies...the travesty!

...Then again a little burning will probably happen. Comes with the territory.