"I've seen you with a beard," commented Patricia, peering out into the alley to look for Kenneth, as it was now five till seven and thusly time for him to arrive early without being annoying. "It wasn't very flattering, but unless there's an Age-Line about..." She rolled her eyes, but paused to survey him. "You are growing your hair long, aren't you?" Pet asked, keeping her eyes on the fringe rather than absence-of-ear. But a pop just outside the door drew her attention, and she opened it again. "Hi Kenneth, you came."