"Are they even called barbers anymore?" Owen grinned. They might have been, he had no idea. All he knew was he walked into a cheap hair salon and sat down until some forgettable woman attempted small talk and finished buzzing his hair. Then he was gone. Owen was also glancing around the house as they headed downstairs. He half expected to see one or two people, but everyone had splintered off to their rooms, or to do their own exploring. He hoped Jack made it to Pam's room without getting strangled by Hathaway.
Cecilia's voice drew him back from the mental images, and he returned her smiled with a small one of his own. "Uh, no. I mean, yeah. You can cut it. Maybe not too short, but might as well get a trim. I have no intentions of turning into a Yeti. I kind of feel like Pam would try to take me in as another pet if that happened. Thanks. I'd offer to do something for you in return, but I have limited skills."