Her eyes roll upward, as though attempting to look at the hair while still attached to her head.
"Has it? I'm surprised you could tell, with it being up." It seems like she has no clue as to why Peahen is disturbed. "You must be very good at judging things."
She waves her hand, gesturing toward the cake sitting on the bar. "Have some cake?"
The kitchen door swings open, and a mohawked chef emerges with a devil's food cake crowned with 22 blazing candles. The chef notices her friend's gleaming, gorgeous hair, but chooses to wait to compliment it after a round of song. She gathers all the bar's guests and leads a song to Emily, or EmilySue, "Happy birthday to you!..."
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It's the hair that catches Peahen's attention.
"...Seriously? Seriously."
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"Oh, Peahen! Hi!" The shiny thing gets tucked away in a fist. "Is everything alright?"
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You wouldn't think her eyebrows could go higher. You'd be wrong.
"Your, uh." She settles on a single talking point after a few seconds' thought. "Your hair's grown."
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"Has it? I'm surprised you could tell, with it being up." It seems like she has no clue as to why Peahen is disturbed. "You must be very good at judging things."
She waves her hand, gesturing toward the cake sitting on the bar. "Have some cake?"
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