The season of autumn --

[realmrsreynolds]

Sallie spends too much time fretting; Splinter says it's one of her better developed talents.

She comes back in to the bar from the back door with hay in her hair and her favorite shawl around her shoulders. It was a nice walk.

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[fry_sandhu]

Fry is nearby, reading a book on the floor (as you do), when a piece of hay flutters down next to him.

He looks up at Sallie's hair. Maybe it's supposed to be like that, perhaps it's a style. So he picks up the bits of hay and follows her to give them back.

He's seen her around before but he can't remember her name, so he just tugs on her shawl gently.

"Miss?"

[realmrsreynolds]

Sallie looks downward, not yet seeing the hay in Fry's hand.

"Can I help you?"

[fry_sandhu]

Fry doesn't quite make eye contact, but he holds out the hay to her.

"You dropped this, I wasn't sure if it's part of your hairstyle. Mummy wears flowers in her hair sometimes."

[realmrsreynolds]

Sallie laughs, taking the hay back.

"Why not?" she takes the longest stalk and tucks it behind one ear. "How's it look?"

[fry_sandhu]

Fry hesitates for a moment, debating the question.

"It looks between twelve and fourteen centimetres long and half a centimetre in diameter. It is a sort of yellow." he says.