“Stay still.” Prim glared.

Egan sighed in exasperation, and moved his hand back to take the brush from her. “Let me just..”

“No,” Prim said, jumping back, holding the brush over her head, out of his reach. 

They both stared in the mirror, looking at each other; Egan was sitting on a chair, while she stood behind him in a bathrobe.

Prim swallowed her laughter as she looked at the foil in his hair.

“You are laughing, Primrose.” Egan looked distressed.

“I will fix ...