Edward still wondered what was so significant about a stick. The woman seemed flustered enough to miss it, but resigned and optimistic enough to let the search go for a bit more time. It was a strange, perky attitude... another thing that reminded the timid thing of Peg Boggs.
He took a quavery, stiff step backwards to match her step forward, but stopped his retreat after only that much. His face brightened slightly, acquiring a pale smile, when she mentioned her haircut. Finally, a familiar reaction! People were usually happy to get their hair cut by him. "Don't... know..." he answered in the same small voice, piecing together words again. He hadn't needed language for a long time, and now it seemed that he'd have to remember it again.