"Goddammit, I never remember touching my hair, but I always get some there," Aidan mock-sighed. "And I'll take your word for it. But yeah, you can if you want, my wheel's over this way." He gestured to an out-of-the-way part of the common space. "It started as a bowl, became a platter, now it's a...it sort of looks like a scrying bowl?" He tilted his head to one side. "I have no idea."