"Yeah well, now it's shit." Will whipped his hat off and rubbed his hand over the dark-blond regrowth. All the artificial golden highlighter he'd had put in was shaved off, and the malnutrition had slowed the growth too. It was too short for gravity to allow any curls yet, and kinda tufty from the Sheriff's incompetent and uncaring job. He jammed the hat back on and pulled a bag of dates out of the basket. "Any of this good for hair strengthening?"