"That's so not even fair, I just had my cut. You'll ruin the expertly crafted style!" she objected. "Besides, your hair is the floppy hair. My hair is flop-free. I mean, sure, it swooshes in the wind and looks gorgeous like I'm in a movie, but that's just good genes." She smirked.
"And hey, I can't believe you compared me to your Dad. I remind you of an old man? I feel like maybe I should be insulted. But if you mean personality traits and not looks, then I guess it's okay. I just hope you got along with him." She had said that casually, with a smile. Had Buffy known the reality that was the situation Sam and his Dad had, she would have never said that.
"For all you know my dolls were the most stylish gals in the sandbox." She stood up. "Where are the scissors?" She walked behind him, putting her hand in his hair and fluffing it around. "I promise to be gentle."