Iris kept bottled beer in the kitchen, which was away from the fire, and certainly a cold enough room to keep beer at a chilled temperature. She opened and brought two bottles of beer into the main room, handing one to Franziska. "Have thought about it, but stories say that hair is power, hair is strength, and I need all I have." It would take a lot of work to untangle the years of knots from Iris's hair, and it really might not be savable at all, she just didn't see the practicality of keeping up with it. She usually tried to tie it back, but she didn't always remember.