“Very funny! Now fix this!” Jack yells.

My brain does a double-take. “Wait, but you… I thought you were yelling because of my hair, you’re yelling about your hair?”

Jack reaches back and grabs some of his yellow hair and waves it in front of my face. “No shit! Why else would I be yelling? Why would I ever care about, um… your hair…?” He trails off as he glances up at my forehead, and seems to finally notice that he isn’t alone in this situation.