"Thank you," she whispered into his hair.
"For?"
"For being you." She stepped back, blinking at him with wet lashes. "Never change, Xander. You're perfect as you are."
A slight flush filled his cheeks at her words. "What are we doing for the overmake?"
"Makeover," she corrected and walked to the living area where her overnight bag and a kit she always had on her were. She opened the bag and took the large kit out, unzipping it and searching for the items she was looking for. Once she had them all, she turned to find him watching her hands curiously.
"Now, show me to a guest bathroom."
"Why?" he asked, looking at the items in her hand.
"Because we, my young grasshopper—" she grinned at him "—are going to color my hair."
It was time for a change.