That was something Charlie didn't see every day. His eyes blinked at Miss Moncrief several times in disbelief. He prided himself on knowing a wide variety of people in this city, but this was something so off the usual beaten path of pretty ladies so vain about their glorious manes. He didn't quite know what to say for a moment, and was biting his tongue not to ask why she'd chosen such an unusual hairstyle. Instead he focused on himself, making sure that his face snapped back into the professional composure it maintained through even the most embarrassing of situations. Had he not once trimmed the ear hair off an old earl? He thought so. He could do this with ease, and wasn't known for being the most discreet 'barber to the stars' in London for nothing.
"A trim! Absolutely!" Charlie said agreeably, flashing an unflappable smile. "I must say, you have chosen an absolutely beautiful hairpiece. The effect is incredibly natural. You must excuse my surprise. I would love to know who made it. I think perhaps I could learn a thing or two from him." He laughed pleasantly as he stepped out from behind the desk and held his arms out to Ada. "May I take your coat? I've just made some fresh hot tea, would you like some?"
He was referring of course to the silver tray around the corner with the sign 'help yourself', to which Charlie generally attended to himself anyways. Today he had brought some little cookies as well, and arranged them in ridiculously perfect little lines around the tray. Their symmetry spoke of either someone with an incredible eye for detail, or an incredible amount of free time.