CL: But Michael's favorite number is 36.

GC: {Blank stare} (Tartarus!)

Leicky (LK): {Running up} Ooh, customers! {Stops} Why Goddess, I'm so glad you're here. I always said to myself that a good makeover is all you needed to really bring out your inner beauty. {Sees Cal} Oh, hello. High Priestess.

CL: Hello. Bard.

GC: {Starts backing up}

LK: Goddess? You did come here for some beauty help, right? I haven't had any customers yet and you being here would really help. {Gabby eyes}

GC: Err, of course Bard! Why don't you do the High Priestess first?

CL: {Blank stare of horror}

GC: {Pushes Cal forward} I'll just wait here for my turn.

LK: Fantastic! {Leads Cal away}

CL: (Goddess! Help!)

GC: (Suck it up and take it for your Goddess!)

CL: (...)

An hour later...

LK: Well, what do you think?

GC: The tangerine mohawk is... quite interesting.

CL: (...)

LK: Do you think that's too much makeup?

GC: Oh no. The High Priestess looks just great (if she were Tammy Faye).

CL: (...)

LK: Your turn Goddess.

GC: {Looks at wrist} Well, look at the time! We have to get get going, I guess we'll have to do this some other time.

LK: You don't have a watch.

GC: Err... bye. {Grabs Cal and scoots out the door}

Ye Olde Gunshop and Bookstore. Brant Forseng, Proprietor.

CL: (...)

GC: Oh, stop pouting. It'll wash off. Probably.

CL: What about my hair!?!